Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Love Peacock. 17851866594. 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; | 5 |
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: | 10 |
But years shall see the cypress spread, | |
Immutable as my regret. |