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/epitaph-upon-a-child-that-died/
