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Upon Love (10)

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Love brought me to a silent grove
  And show’d me there a tree,
Where some had hang’d themselves for love,
  And gave a twist to me.

The halter was of silk and gold,
  That he reach’d forth unto me;
No otherwise than if he would
  By dainty things undo me.

He bade me then that necklace use;
  And told me, too, he maketh
A glorious end by such a noose,
  His death for love that taketh.

’Twas but a dream; but had I been
  There really alone,
My desp’rate fears in love had seen
  Mine execution.

Published in Hesperides
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