Aspatia’s Song

John Fletcher.
1579–1625

LAY a garland on my herse

  Of the dismal yew;

Maidens, willow branches bear;

  Say, I died true.

 

My love was false, but I was firm

  From my hour of birth.

Upon my buried body lie

  Lightly, gentle earth!

literature, poetry

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