To Laurels

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Title:     To Laurels
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

A funeral stone
Or verse, I covet none;
But only crave
Of you that I may have
A sacred laurel springing from my grave:
Which being seen
Blest with perpetual green,
May grow to be
Not so much call'd a tree,
As the eternal monument of me.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: To Laurels

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