Author Robert Herrick Stately Goddesse, do thou please, Who art chief at marriages, But to dresse the Bridall-Bed, When my Love and I shall wed: And a Peacock proud shall be Offerd up by us, to thee. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems 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