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Lay a garland on my hearse of the dismal yew, Maidens, willow branches bear, say, I diëd true. My love was false, but I was firm from my hour of birth ; Upon my buried body lay lightly, gently, earth. |
Source:
Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660.
J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, eds.
New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 395.
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