The Night-Piece

Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

To Julia

HER eyes the glow-worme lend thee,

The shooting-starres attend thee,

And the elves also,

Whose little eyes glow

Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

No Will-o’-th’-wispe mislight thee,

Nor snake nor slow-worm bite thee;

But on thy way,

Not making stay,

Since ghost there ’s none t’ affright thee!

Let not the darke thee cumber;

What though the moon does slumber?

The stars of the night

Will lend thee their light,

Like tapers cleare, without number.

Then, Julia, let me woo thee,

Thus, thus to come unto me;

And when I shall meet

Thy silvery feet,

My soule I ’le pour into thee!