John Fletcher

(20 December 1579 - 29 August 1625 / Rye, Sussex, England)

Aspatia's Song


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!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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