Virgins promised when I died, <br />That they would each primrose-tide <br />Duly, morn and evening, come, <br />And with flowers dress my tomb. <br />--Having promised, pay your debts <br />Maids, and here strew violets.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-upon-a-child/
