John Fletcher

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

Aspatia's Song - Poem by 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!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012


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