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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Thomas Love Peacock. 1785–1866

594. 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.