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 true did share it.Not a flower, not a flower sweet,On my black coffin let there be strewn:Not a friend, not a friend greetMy poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O whereSad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
The quote reflects a deep sense of sorrow and desire for death, expressing a longing to be laid to rest in cypress, a symbol of mourning. The speaker feels overwhelmingly victimized by love, describing their cruel fate at the hands of an unkind lover. The imagery of a white shroud and yew, along with the absence of flowers and friends at the burial, highlights the profound loneliness and despair felt in death.
This lament underscores the theme of unrequited love and the pain it brings, suggesting that the speaker prefers to be forgotten in death rather than be mourned by those who have caused their suffering. The yearning for a grave where no lover can find them emphasizes the desire to escape the heartache of love, creating a poignant and tragic reflection on the experience of love's cruelty.
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