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Upon A Maid That Died The Day She Was Married.
By Robert Herrick
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.
Extra Info:
Upon a maid that died the day she was married. Cp. Meleager, Anth. Pal. vii. 182:
{Ou gamon all' Aidan epinymphidion Klearista
dexato parthenias hammata lyomena;
Arti gar hesperioi nymphas epi diklisin acheun
lôtoi, kai thalamôn eplatageunto thyrai;
Êôoi d' ololygmon anekragon, ek d' Hymenaios
sigatheis goeron phthegma metharmosato,
Hai d' autai kai phengos edadouchoun para pastô
peukai kai phthimena nerthen ephainon hodon.}
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