poet John Fletcher

John Fletcher

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!

Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003
Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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