John Fletcher

Here you will find the Poem Aspatia's Song of poet John Fletcher

Aspatia's Song

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!