Lay a garland on my hearse,
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.
" My love was false, but i was firm" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth; Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth. /// beautiful poem penned; superb
Succinct poem about Death and being buried and the omnipresence of earth over him.
A great philosophical poem with spiritual mind set inked by a great poet, well deserved classic poem of the Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth. '........Beautiful lines!