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,
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 be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, 0, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Yew : a tree often planted in a churchyard
Coffin : a box in which a dead body is buried
Sigh : take and then leave out a long deep breath
