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And now their softest notes repeat
Is worse than discord to my heart!
'Tis silent all!-but on my ear
A voice that now might well be still,
Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep,
A star that trembled o'er the deep,
Then turn'd from earth its tender beam.
But he, who through life's dreary way
Must pass, when heaven is veil'd in wrath,
Will long lament the vanish'd ray
That scatter'd gladness o'er his path.
ONE struggle more, and I am free
that rend pangs
heart in twain ;
One last long sigh to love and thee,
Then back to busy life again.
It suits me well to mingle now
With things that never pleased before: Though every joy is fled below,
What future grief can touch me more?
Then bring me wine, the banquet bring;
It was not thus in days more dear,
In vain my lyre would lightly breathe!
Though gay companions o'er the bowl
Though pleasure fires the maddening soul,
On many a lone and lovely night
When sailing o'er the Ægean wave, "Now Thyrza gazes on that moonAlas, it gleam'd upon her grave!
When stretch'd on fever's sleepless bed, And sickness shrunk my throbbing veins, " "Tis comfort still," I faintly said,
"That Thyrza cannot know my pains:"
Like freedom to the time-worn slave,
A boon 'tis idle then to give, Relenting Nature vainly gave
My life, when Thyrza ceased to live!
My Thyrza's pledge in better days,
Thou bitter pledge! thou mournful token!
To that which cannot quit the dead?
WHEN Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing
Wave gently o'er my dying bed!
No band of friends or heirs be there,
To feel, or feign, decorous woe.
But silent let me sink to Earth,
With no officious mourners near: I would not mar one hour of mirth, Nor startle friendship with a fear.