Lyrical Poems
243. UPON A MAID

Robert Her

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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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