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 lie
Lightly, gentle earth!

(C) John Fletcher
01/01/2000


Best Poems of John Fletcher

• Bridal Song
• Melancholy
• Drinking Song
• God Lyaeus
• To Venus
• Philaster
• Away, Delights
• Beauty Clear And Fair
• Sleep
• Weep No More
• The Power Of Music
• Tis Late And Cold
• Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away
• Dearest, Do Not You Delay Me
• God Lyæus, Ever Young
• Hear, Ye Ladies That Despise
• Hence, All You Vain Delights
• Hold Back Thy Hours
• Lay A Garland On My Hearse
• Now The Lusty Spring Is Seen
• Sing His Praises That Doth Keep