Sad Cypress
Sad Cypress
Come away, come away, death,
and in sad Cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I'm slain by a cruel maid.
My shroud oh white, stuck all with yew
O Prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it
- Sir William Shakespeare
Come away, come away, death,
and in sad Cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I'm slain by a cruel maid.
My shroud oh white, stuck all with yew
O Prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it
- Sir William Shakespeare
posted by Aimless Archer | 11:18 AM
1 Comments:
nice poem bro ... but i havent seen any updates on this site in a while .... or is facebook keeping thy busy
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