Treasure Island

Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Epitaph upon a Child that died


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.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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