| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | IX. The Sadness of It
‘Come away, come away, death’ | | By William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
| | From ‘Twelfth Night’, Act II. Scene 4
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. | |
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| 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 corse, 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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