Instead of orient pearls of jet
I sent my love a carcanet;
About her spotless neck she knit
The lace, to honour me or it:
Then think how rapt was I to see
My jet t'enthral such ivory.
The Carcanet
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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