by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)

Upon a black twist rounding the arm of the Countess of Carlisle
Language: English 
I saw about her spotless wrist,
Of blackest silk, a curious twist ;
Which, circumvolving gently, there
Enthrall'd her arm as prisoner.
Dark was the jail, but as if light
Had met t'engender with the night ;
Or so as darkness made a stay
To show at once both night and day.
One fancy more ! but if there be
Such freedom in captivity,
I beg to love that ever I
May in like chains of darkness lie.

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This text was added to the website: 2013-09-14
Line count: 12
Word count: 75