THE FUNERAL RITES OF THE ROSE. by Robert Herrick THE rose was sick, and smiling died ; And, being to be sanctified, About the bed there sighing stood The sweet and flowery sisterhood. Some hung the head, while some did bring, To wash her, water from the spring. Some laid her forth, while other wept, But all a solemn fast there kept. The holy sisters, some among, The sacred dirge and trentall sung. But ah ! what sweet smelt everywhere, As heaven had spent all perfumes there. At last, when prayers for the dead And rites were all accomplished, They, weeping, spread a lawny loom And clos'd her up, as in a tomb. Trentall, a service for the dead. Source: Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol II. Alfred Pollard, ed. London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 44.
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