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I Call And I Call

by Robert Herrick, 1648

I call, I call: who do ye call?
The maids to catch this cowslip ball:
But since these cowslips fading be,
Troth, leave the flowers, and, maids, take me.
Yet, if that neither you will do,
Speak but the word and I’ll take you.

Published in Hesperides

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