Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Lay me, lay me where I die, — Never mourn nor weep for me, None for me in sackcloth lie — No remembrance keep for me. Only when the day comes by, — Dig a grave deep down for me, Say that I was glad to die, — Never mourn nor weep for me. 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