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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
 
XIX. The Shrouding
To Perilla
By Robert Herrick (1591–1674)
 
AH, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see
Me, day by day, to steal away from thee?
Age calls me hence, and my grey hairs bid come
And haste away to mine eternal home;
’Twill not be long, Perilla, after this,        5
That I must give thee the supremest kiss;
Dead when I am, first cast in salt, and bring
Part of the cream from that religious spring,
With which, Perilla, wash my hands and feet;
That done, then wind me in that very sheet        10
Which wrapt thy smooth limbs when thou didst implore
The gods’ protection but the night before.
Follow me weeping to my turf, and there
Let fall a primrose, and with it a tear:
Then lastly, let some weekly-strewings be        15
Devoted to the memory of me;
Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep
Still in the cool, and silent shades of sleep.
 
 
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