You ask me what I do, and how I live?
And, noble friend, this answer I must give:
Drooping, I draw on to the vaults of death,
O'er which you'll walk, when I am laid beneath.
His Answer To A Friend
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: death, friend, noble, walk, answer, live, beneath, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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