Author Francis Beaumont Lay a garland on my hearse,Of the dismal yew;Maidens, willow branches bear;Say I died true. II, iMy Love was false, but I was firmFrom my hour of birth.Upon my buried body layLightly, gently, earth. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments