John Fletcher (20 December 1579 - 29 August 1625 / Rye, Sussex, England)
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!
Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012
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