William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
A Passion of My Lord of EssexRobert Devereux, Earl of Essex (15651601)
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In some unhaunted desert, most obscure
From all society, from love and hate
Of worldly folk, there might he sleep secure;
There wake again, and give God ever praise,
Content with hips and haws and brambleberry,
In contemplation passing still his days,
And change of holy thoughts to make him merry.
That when he dies, his tomb might be a bush,
Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush.