First published 1940 and by Pan in 1954. This copy is a reprint dated 1955.
This copy made and printed in Paris, France.
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.