Give her strewings; but not stir
The earth, that lightly covers her.
Robert Herrick
THE TURNSTILE
Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce
The wold church road, wi' downcast feäce,
The while the bells, that mwoaned so deep
Above our child a-left asleep,
Give her strewings; but not stir
The earth, that lightly covers her.
Robert Herrick
Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce
The wold church road, wi' downcast feäce,
The while the bells, that mwoaned so deep
Above our child a-left asleep,