Love's Burial-Place

Lady. If Love be dead-- Poet. And I aver it! Lady. Tell me, Bard! where Love lies buried Poet. Love lies buried where ‘twas born: Oh, gentle dame! think it no scorn If, in my fancy, I presume To call thy bosom poor Love’s Tomb. And on that tomb to read the line:-- “Here lies a Love that once seem’d mine. But took a chill, as I divine, And died at length of a decline.”

1833.