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Thomas Love Peacock

The Grave of Love

I DUG, beneath the cypress shade,
    What well might seem an elfin's grave;
And every pledge in earth I laid,
    That erst thy false affection gave.

I press'd them down the sod beneath;
    I placed one mossy stone above;
And twined the rose's fading wreath
    Around the sepulchre of love.

Frail as thy love, the flowers were dead
    Ere yet the evening sun was set:
But years shall see the cypress spread,
    Immutable as my regret.

 
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