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EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1), by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: This little vault, this narrow room
Last Line: The flames, the arrows, all lie here.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Epitaphs; Death - Babies


THIS little vault, this narrow room,
Of Love and Beauty is the tomb;
The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear
Our clouded sky, lies darken'd here,
For ever set to us: by Death
Sent to enflame the World Beneath.
'Twas but a bud, yet did contain
More sweetness than shall spring again;
A budding Star, that might have grown
Into a Sun when it had blown.
This hopeful Beauty did create
New life in Love's declining state;
But now his empire ends, and we
From fire and wounding darts are free;
His brand, his bow, let no man fear:
The flames, the arrows, all lie here.






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