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To Anthea Lying In Bed.
By Robert Herrick
So looks Anthea, when in bed she lies
O'ercome or half betray'd by tiffanies,
Like to a twilight, or that simpering dawn
That roses show when misted o'er with lawn.
Twilight is yet, till that her lawns give way;
Which done, that dawn turns then to perfect day.
Extra Info:
Tiffanies, gauzes.
Lawn, fine linen.
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