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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
 
Songs from Plays: A Lover’s Lament (from Twelfth Night)
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
 
COME away, come away, death,
  And in sad cypress 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,        5
      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;        10
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,        15
      To weep there!
 
 
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