J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Anne Bradstreet (16121672)Epitaph for Queen Elizabeth
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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.