Aspatia’s Song

John Fletcher.

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

Comments on this entry are closed.

%d bloggers like this:

This site uses cookies for various nonintrusive purposes. See our Privacy Policy for how they are used. By continuing to use the site, you agree to the use of cookies. more information

This notice is a European Union requirement for sites with advertising or sales. The cookie settings on this website are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. If you continue to use this website without changing your cookie settings or you click "Accept" below then you are consenting to this.