An Epitaph Upon A Child Poem by Robert Herrick

An Epitaph Upon A Child

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 22 July 2018

Such a great write by Robert Herrick👍👍👍

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doug scotney 22 July 2018

Both flower up north in February, harbingers of spring. My violets down here are out in July, an early harbingering.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 July 2018

It is a blue poem nicely executed. The inscription is so touching.

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 July 2018

Virgins! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Adrian Flett 22 July 2018

How sad the loss of youth.

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Mahtab Bangalee 22 July 2018

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

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