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Lay A Garland On My Hearse
(1584 – 6 March 1616 / Leicestershire)

Lay A Garland On My Hearse

Poem By Francis Beaumont

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.

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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
A nice poem indeed. Loved reading it.
Ah, spoken from the heart! A great poem of the day!
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.


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