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by Robert Herrick, 1647

Thou bid’st me come; I cannot come; for why?
Thou dwell’st aloft, and I want wings to fly.
To mount my soul, she must have pinions given;
For ’tis no easy way from earth to heaven.

Published in Noble Numbers

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