Here she lies, in bed of spice, <br />Fair as Eve in paradise; <br />For her beauty, it was such, <br />Poets could not praise too much. <br />Virgins come, and in a ring <br />Her supremest REQUIEM sing; <br />Then depart, but see ye tread <br />Lightly, lightly o'er the dead.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-maid/
