Lay A Garland On My Hearse

Poem By Beaumont and Fletcher

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.

Comments about Lay A Garland On My Hearse

Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew, Maidens, willow branches bear, Say I died true.. a very good poem. tony
I totally agree with f k. WTF DID YOU SAY WTFOMG


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