| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Womens Verse. 1921. | | | | Epitaph for Queen Elizabeth | | By Anne Bradstreet (16121672) |
| | | 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 witherd, once so lovely fair; | |
| On neither tree did grow such rose before, | 5 |
| The greater was our gain, our loss the more. | | | | |
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