Epitaph Upon A Child That Died

Robert HerrickRobert Herrick

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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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Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick

1591 - 1674/EnglishRobert Herrick was a 17th century English poet.

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