A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

243. UPON A MAID

     Here she lies, in bed of spice,
     Fair as Eve in paradise;
     For her beauty, it was such,
     Poets could not praise too much.
     Virgins come, and in a ring
     Her supremest REQUIEM sing;
     Then depart, but see ye tread
     Lightly, lightly o'er the dead.