THE TRANSFIGURATION by Robert Herrick
Immortal clothing I put on So soon as, Julia, I am gone To mine eternal mansion.
Thou, thou art here, to human sight Clothed all with incorrupted light; --But yet how more admir'dly bright
Wilt thou appear, when thou art set In thy refulgent thronelet, That shin'st thus in thy counterfeit!
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