Φόρουμ
[i][center] [b][u]Aspatia's Song[/u][/b]
LAY a garland on my herse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear
Say, I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth! [/center][/i]