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J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.

By Anne Bradstreet (1612–1672)

Epitaph for Queen Elizabeth

HERE sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed,

O’ th’ damask rose, sprung from the white and red,

Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling air,

This Rose is wither’d, once so lovely fair;

On neither tree did grow such rose before,

The greater was our gain, our loss the more.