To Robin Red-breast
Read 'To Robin Red-breast' by 'Robert Herrick' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me;
And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter,
Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister!
For epitaph, in foliage, next write this:
HERE, HERE THE TOMB OF ROBIN HERRICK IS!
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