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O thou the wonder of all days	A
O paragon and pearl of praise	A
O Virgin martyr ever blest	B
Above the rest	B
Of all the maiden train We come	C
And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb	D
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Thus thus and thus we compass round	E
Thy harmless and unhaunted ground	E
And as we sing thy dirge we will	F
The daffadil	F
And other flowers lay upon	G
The altar of our love thy stone	H
	-
Thou wonder of all maids liest here	I
Of daughters all the dearest dear	J
The eye of virgins nay the queen	K
Of this smooth green	K
And all sweet meads from whence we get	L
The primrose and the violet	M
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Too soon too dear did Jephthah buy	N
By thy sad loss our liberty	O
His was the bond and cov'nant yet	L
Thou paid'st the debt	L
Lamented Maid he won the day	P
But for the conquest thou didst pay	P
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Thy father brought with him along	Q
The olive branch and victor's song	Q
He slew the Ammonites we know	R
But to thy woe	R
And in the purchase of our peace	S
The cure was worse than the disease	T
	-
For which obedient zeal of thine	U
We offer here before thy shrine	U
Our sighs for storax tears for wine	U
And to make fine	U
And fresh thy hearse cloth we will here	I
Four times bestrew thee every year	J
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Receive for this thy praise our tears	V
Receive this offering of our hairs	V
Receive these crystal vials fill'd	W
With tears distill'd	W
From teeming eyes to these we bring	X
Each maid her silver filleting	X
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To gild thy tomb besides these cauls	V
These laces ribbons and these falls	V
These veils wherewith we use to hide	Y
The bashful bride	Y
When we conduct her to her groom	D
All all we lay upon thy tomb	D
	-
No more no more since thou art dead	Z
Shall we e'er bring coy brides to bed	Z
No more at yearly festivals	V
We cowslip balls	V
Or chains of columbines shall make	X
For this or that occasion's sake	X
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No no our maiden pleasures be	O
Wrapt in the winding sheet with thee	O
'Tis we are dead though not i' th' grave	A2
Or if we have	B2
One seed of life left 'tis to keep	C2
A Lent for thee to fast and weep	C2
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Sleep in thy peace thy bed of spice	V
And make this place all paradise	V
May sweets grow here and smoke from hence	V
Fat frankincense	V
Let balm and cassia send their scent	D2
From out thy maiden monument	E2
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May no wolf howl or screech owl stir	F2
A wing about thy sepulchre	F2
No boisterous winds or storms come hither	F2
To starve or wither	F2
Thy soft sweet earth but like a spring	X
Love keep it ever flourishing	X
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May all shy maids at wonted hours	V
Come forth to strew thy tomb with flowers	V
May virgins when they come to mourn	G2
Male incense burn	H2
Upon thine altar then return	H2
And leave thee sleeping in thy urn	H2

Robert Herrick

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