English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Shakespeare
105. Dirge of Love
C
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true
Did share it.
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown;
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.