Here she lies, a pretty bud, <br />Lately made of flesh and blood; <br />Who as soon fell fast asleep, <br />As her little eyes did peep. <br />--Give her strewings, but not stir <br />The earth, that lightly covers her.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-child-that-died/
