A funeral stone <br />Or verse, I covet none; <br />But only crave <br />Of you that I may have <br />A sacred laurel springing from my grave: <br />Which being seen <br />Blest with perpetual green, <br />May grow to be <br />Not so much call'd a tree, <br />As the eternal monument of me.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-laurels/
