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To Laurels

by Robert Herrick, 1648

A funeral stone
      Or verse I covet none,
    But only crave
  Of you that I may have
A sacred laurel springing from my grave:
      Which being seen,
    Blest with perpetual green,
      May grow to be
    Not so much call’d a tree
As the eternal monument of me.

Published in Hesperides
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