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On a Girdle by EDMUND WALLER

April 18, 2010 by Every Writer

Edmund Waller (1606-1687)

On a Girdle by EDMUND WALLER

That which her slender waist confined,
Shall now my joyful temples bind:
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heaven’s extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer.
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!
A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that’s good, and all that’s fair:
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.

Filed Under: 1600s, Erotic Poems

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