Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Epitaph Upon A Child That Died - Poem by Robert Herrick

HERE she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood:
Who as soon fell fast asleep
As her little eyes did peep.
Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth that lightly covers her.

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  • Rookie Amera Andersen (7/30/2007 3:20:00 PM)

    This is beautiful, sad but lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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