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.
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"Here she lies, in bed of spice,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Herrick delivers a powerful performance in "Upon A Maid"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...