The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Of Pearls

Some ask'd me where the rubies grew,
And nothing I did say :
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ;
Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and show'd them there
The quarelets of Pearl.

Robert Herrick The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.