Author Robert Herrick Permit me, Julia, now to go away;Or by thy love decree me here to stay.If thou wilt say that I shall live with thee,Here shall my endless tabernacle be:If not, as banish'd, I will live aloneThere where no language ever yet was known. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments