Aspatias Song
Read 'Aspatias Song' by 'John Gould Fletcher' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
LAY a garland on my herse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear;
Say, I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth!
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