Author Robert Herrick Here she lies (in bed of spice)Fair as Eve in Paradise:For her beauty it was suchPoets could not praise too much.Virgins come, and in a ringHer supremest requiem sing;When depart, but see ye treadLightly, lightly o'er the dead. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments