The Funeral Rites Of The Rose

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Title:     The Funeral Rites Of The Rose
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

The Rose was sick, and smiling died;
And, being to be sanctified,
About the bed, there sighing stood
The sweet and flowery sisterhood.
Some hung the head, while some did bring,
To wash her, water from the spring;
Some laid her forth, while others wept,
But all a solemn fast there kept.
The holy sisters some among,
The sacred dirge and trental sung;
But ah! what sweets smelt everywhere,
As heaven had spent all perfumes there!
At last, when prayers for the dead,
And rites, were all accomplished,
They, weeping, spread a lawny loom,
And closed her up as in a tomb.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: Funeral Rites Of The Rose

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