I Dug, Beneath the Cypress Shade

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.