Thomas Love Peacock

(1785 - 1866 / England)

I Dug Beneath The Cypress Shade - Poem by Thomas Love Peacock

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 pressed 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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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