Aspatia's Song
1579-1625
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!
DayPoems Poem No. 209
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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