To Anthea [Now Is The Time When All The Lights Wax Dim]

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Title:     To Anthea [Now Is The Time When All The Lights Wax Dim]
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

Now is the time when all the lights wax dim;
And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him
Who was thy servant: Dearest, bury me
Under that holy-oak, or gospel-tree;
Where, though thou see'st not, thou may'st think upon
Me, when thou yearly go'st procession;
Or, for mine honour, lay me in that tomb
In which thy sacred reliques shall have room;
For my embalming, Sweetest, there will be
No spices wanting, when I'm laid by thee.

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(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: To Anthea [now Is The Time When All The Lights Wax Dim]

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