Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, UPON HIS KINSWOMAN MISTRIS ELIZABETH HERRICK, by ROBERT HERRICK


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First Line: Sweet virgin, that I do not set
Last Line: Drawing thy curtains round: good night.


Sweet virgin, that I do not set
The pillars up of weeping Jet,
Or mournfull Marble; let thy shade
Not wrathfull seem, or fright the Maide,
Who hither at her wonted howers
Shall come to strew thy earth with flowers.
No, know (Blest Maide) when there's not one
Remainder left of Brasse or stone,
Thy living Epitaph shall be,
Though lost in them, yet found in me.
Dear, in thy bed of Roses, then,
Till this world shall dissolve as men,
Sleep, while we hide thee from the light,
Drawing thy curtains round: Good night.





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