To fetch me wine my Lucia went,
Bearing a crystal continent:
But, making haste, it came to pass
She brake in two the purer glass,
Then smil'd, and sweetly chid her speed;
So with a blush beshrew'd the deed.
The Broken Crystal
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: speed, glass, crystal, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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