Robert Herrick

A Ring Presented to Julia

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.
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