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To Bianca

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Ah, Bianca! now I see
It is noon and past with me:
In a while it will strike one;
Then, Bianca, I am gone.
Some effusions let me have
Offer’d on my holy grave;
Then, Bianca, let me rest
With my face towards the East.

Published in Hesperides
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