Death & Dying
Come, You Whose Loves Are Dead
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Come, you whose loves are dead,
And, whiles I sing,
Weep, and wring
Every hand, and every head
Bind with cypress and sad yew;
Ribbons black and candles blue
For him that was of men most true!
Come with heavy moaning,
And on his grave
Let him have
Sacrifice of sighs and groaning;
Let him have fair flowers enow,
White and purple, green and yellow,
For him that was of men most true!
Codex Note
Listed by Bullen under Beaumont and Fletcher jointly.
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MLA
Fletcher, John. “Come, You Whose Loves Are Dead.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/3/.
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Fletcher, John. “Come, You Whose Loves Are Dead.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/3/.
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