Virgins promised when I died,
That they would each primrose-tide
Duly, morn and evening, come,
And with flowers dress my tomb.
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It is a blue poem nicely executed. The inscription is so touching.
excellent EPITAPH Everyone has gone now I'm under this tomb clay But O Primrose- after my departure the earth its your time to grow up, to disclose your virginity, your maidenhood! Look -this straws were not green but for your beauty and graceful youth they now take green gown- - Oh all you are virgin after my departure! ! excellent ROBERT HERRICK the great
Both flower up north in February, harbingers of spring. My violets down here are out in July, an early harbingering.