UPON A CHILD
Here a pretty baby lies Sung asleep with lullabies; Pray be silent, and not stir Th' easy earth that covers her.
Robert Herrick
Here a pretty baby lies Sung asleep with lullabies; Pray be silent, and not stir Th' easy earth that covers her.
A small child has died, and the speaker addresses anyone who comes near her burial place. The words are whispered, almost like a lullaby themselves. There’s a deep tenderness here, a wish to keep protecting someone so fragile even after death.
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