Lay a garland on my hearse, <br /> Of the dismal yew, <br />Maidens, willow branches bear, <br /> Say I died true. <br />My love was false, but I was firm <br /> From my hour of birth; <br />Upon my buried body lie <br /> Lightly, gentle earth.<br /><br />Francis Beaumont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lay-a-garland-on-my-hearse-2/
