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 lay lightly, gentle earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SPIRIT OF THE SABBATH by ISIDORE G. ASCHER MOCK EPITAPH ON MR. AND MRS. ESTLIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WRITTEN ON WHITSUN-MONDAY, 1795 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |