Robert Herrick,
Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900…
(1931)
“ The sacred dirge and trental [1] sung. But ah! what sweets smelt everywhere, As Heaven had spent all perfumes there. At last, when prayers for the dead And rites were all accomplishèd, They, weeping, spread a lawny loom, And closed her up as in a tomb. ↑ trental] services for the dead, of thirty masses. ”
