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Robert Herrick - To Laurels
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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.
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