by Thomas Love Peacock (1785 - 1866)
I dug, beneath the cypress shade
Language: English
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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Authorship:
- by Thomas Love Peacock (1785 - 1866), no title, appears in The Works of Thomas Love Peacock, Volume III, first published 1875 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Thomas Pasatieri (b. 1945), "Beneath the cypress shade", 2003 [voice and piano], from A rustling of angels, no. 12. [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by Augusta Tollefsen, née Schnabel (1885 - 1955), "The grave of Love", published 1937. [medium voice and piano] [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-09-11
Line count: 12
Word count: 76