A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick






239. 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.

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