Poem by Robert Herrick

An Epitaph upon a Virgin

     Here a solemn fast we keep,
     While all beauty lies asleep;
     Hush'd be all things, no noise here
     But the toning of a tear;
     Or a sigh of such as bring
     Cowslips for her covering.

1. The Dirge of Jephthah's Daughter: Sung by the Virgins
2. On Himself (I'll write no more of love, but now repent)
3. Cock-Crow
4. To His Conscience
5. An Ode of the Birth of Our Saviour

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