But born, and like a short delight,
I glided by my parents' sight.
That done, the harder fates denied
My longer stay, and so I died.
If, pitying my sad parents' tears,
You'll spill a tear or two with theirs,
And with some flowers my grave bestrew,
Love and they'll thank you for't. Adieu.
Upon A Child. An Epitaph
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: I love you, sad, stay, tear, delight, grave, short, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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