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THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK

First Line: I DUG, BENEATH THE CYPRESS SHADE
Last Line: IMMUTABLE AS MY REGRET.
Subject(s): GRAVES; LOVE; TOMBS; TOMBSTONES;
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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