That morn which saw me made a bride,
The evening witness'd that I died.
Those holy lights, wherewith they guide
Unto the bed the bashful bride,
Serv'd but as tapers for to burn
And light my relics to their urn.
This epitaph, which here you see,
Supplied the epithalamy.
Upon A Maid That Died The Day She Was Married
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: light, evening, guide, holy, I love you, I miss you, bride, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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