HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED
My soul would one day go and seek
For roses, and in Julia's cheek
A richess of those sweets she found,
As in another Rosamond;
But gathering roses as she was,
Not knowing what would come to pass,
it chanced a ringlet of her hair
Caught my poor soul, as in a snare;
Which ever since has been in thrall;
--Yet freedom she enjoys withal.
Poem by
Robert Herrick
Biography |
Poems
| Best Poems | Short Poems
| Quotes
|
Email Poem |
More Poems by Robert Herrick
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.