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English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

John Fletcher

186. Aspatia’s Song

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!