A Ring Presented to Julia

by Robert Herrick

      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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