Translation of an Epitaph on Rosa, Countess of Warwick

Rose of the world ! thy tender bloom
Will live no more in earthly bower,
The grave hath drank the sweet perfume
Which once was thine, thou lovely flower !

Yet thou hast left this place of tears,
To breathe in sweetness purer air,
For thou shalt bloom in happier spheres,
And none shall steal thy fragrance there !