A Ring Presented to Julia

by Robert Herrick


          Julia, I bring
          To thee this ring,
Made for thy finger fit ;
          To show by this
          That our love is
(Or should be) like to it.
           Close though it be,
           The joint is free ;
So when Love’s yoke is on,
           It must not gall,
           Or fret at all
With hard oppression.
            But it must play
            Still either way,
And be, too, such a yoke
            As not too wide
            To overslide,
Or be so strait to choke.
             So we who bear
             This beam must rear
Ourselves to such a height
             As that the stay
             Of either may
Create the burden light.
             And as this round
             Is nowhere found
To flaw, or else to sever :
             So let our love
             As endless prove,
And pure as gold for ever.
Robert Herrick | Classic Poems

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