Come away, death...

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so trueDid share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, when my bones shall be thrown:

A thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

(Text by William Shakespeare (1564-1616), from TwelfthNight, Act II, scene 4 Set by Vaughan Williams in 1909)

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