Question

a poem of william Shakespeare​

Answer 1

From Venus And Adonis......

William Shakespeare......

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 corse, where my bones shall be thrown: 

A thousand thousand sighs to save, 

   Lay me, O, where 

Sad true lover never find my grave 

   To weep there!