An Epitaph Upon A Child

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.

by Robert Herrick

Comments (7)

Both flower up north in February, harbingers of spring. My violets down here are out in July, an early harbingering.
It is a blue poem nicely executed. The inscription is so touching.
A voice from beyond the grave. Interesting read.👍
Virgins! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
How sad the loss of youth.
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