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Aspatia’s Song

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!



Poem Aspatia’s Song - John Fletcher
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