Dirge of Love
William Shakespeare · 1609
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. William Shakespeare. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.