Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood;
Who as soon fell fast asleep,
As her little eyes did peep.
--Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth, that lightly covers her.
Classic poem
UPON A CHILD THAT DIED
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- Here she lies, a pretty bud,
- Poet
- Robert Herrick
- Themes
- hope, war, night
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