Tis silent all!-but on my ear A voice that now might well be still, weet Thyrza! waking as in sleep, star that trembled o'er the deep, But he, who through life's dreary way That scatter'd gladness o'er his path. TO THYRZA. 1. heart in twain ; ONE struggle more, and I am free 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? 2. Then bring me wine, the banquet bring; Man was not form'd to live alone: I'll be that light unmeaning thing That smiles with all, and weeps with none. It was not thus in days more dear, vain my lyre would lightly breathe! The smile that sorrow fain would wear ut mocks the woe that lurks beneath, Like roses o'er a sepulchre. hough gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill; hough pleasure fires the maddening soul, The heart-the heart is lonely still! n many a lone and lovely night It sooth'd to gaze upon the sky; or then I deem'd the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye: nd oft I thought at Cynthia's noon, When sailing o'er the Ægean wave, Now Thyrza gazes on that moon-' Alas, it gleam'd upon her grave! 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! 6. My Thyrza's pledge in better days, 7. 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, |