第43章 爱的坟墓（2/2）

一如我不变的惋惜。

I dug， beh the cypress shade，

What well ight see an elfs grave；

And every pledgeearth I id，

That erst thy false affe gave，

I pressed the down the sod beh；

I pced one ossy stone above；

Ahe roses fadg wreath

Around the sepulcher of love.

Frail as thy love， the flowers were dead，

Ere yet the eveng sun was set：

But years shall see the cypress spread，

Iutable as y regret.