Virgins promised when I died,
That they would each primrose-tide
Duly, morn and evening, come,
And with flowers dress my tomb.
--Having promised, pay your debts
Maids, and here strew violets.
Both flower up north in February, harbingers of spring. My violets down here are out in July, an early harbingering.
It is a blue poem nicely executed. The inscription is so touching.
excellent EPITAPH Everyone has gone now I'm under this tomb clay But O Primrose- after my departure the earth its your time to grow up, to disclose your virginity, your maidenhood! Look -this straws were not green but for your beauty and graceful youth they now take green gown- - Oh all you are virgin after my departure! ! excellent ROBERT HERRICK the great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great write by Robert Herrick👍👍👍