Love's Burial Place - By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

    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.