149       The Vision

Sitting alone (as one forsook)
Close by a Silver-shedding Brook;
With hands held up to Love, I wept;
And after sorrowes spent, I slept:

5      Then in a Vision I did see

A glorious forme appeare to me:

A Virgins face she had; her dresse

Was like a sprightly Spartanesse.

A silver bow with green silk strung,

10    Down from her comely shoulders hung:

And as she stood, the wanton Aire

Dandled the ringlets of her haire.

Her legs were such Diana shows,

When tuckt up she a hunting goes;

15    With Buskins shortned to descrie

The happy dawning of her thigh:

Which when I saw, I made accesse

To kisse that tempting nakednesse:

But she forbad me, with a wand

20   Of Mirtle she had in her hand:

And chiding me, said, Hence, Remove,

Herrick, thou art too coorse to love.