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To wean me from mine anguish here.
Teach me too early taught by thee !

To bear, forgiving and forgiven :
On earth thy love was such to me;
It fain would form my hope in heaven !

II.
Away, away! ye notes of woe!

Be silent, thou once soothing strain, Or I must flee from hence; for, oh!

I dare not trust those sounds again. To me they speak of brighter days

But lull the chords ! for now, alas ! . I must not think, I may not gaze

On what I am-on what I was. The voice that made those sounds more sweet

Is hush'd, and all their charms are fled ; And now their softest notes repeat

A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead ! Yes, Thyrza ! yes, they breathe of thee,

Beloved dust! since dust thou art; And all that once was harmony

Is worse than discord to my heart ! 'Tis silent all! but on my ear

The well-remember'd echoes thrill; I hear a voice I would not hear,

A voice that now might well be still, Yet oft my doubting soul 'twill shake:

Even slumber owns its gentle tone, Till consciousness will vainly wake

To listen, though the dream be flown. Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep,

Thou art but now a lovely dream;

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.

III.
One struggle more, and I am free

From pangs that rend my 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,

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,

It never would have been, but thou Hast fled, and left me lonely here;

Thou 'rt nothing, all are nothing now. In vain my lyre would lightly breathe !

The smile that sorrow fain would wear
But mocks the woe that lurks beneath,

Like roses o'er a sepulchre.
Though gay companions o'er the bowl

Dispel awhile the sense of ill,
Though pleasure fires the maddening soul,

The heart--the heart is lonely still !
On many a lone and lovely night

It soothed to gaze upon the sky;

For then I deem'd the heavenly light

Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye: And 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! 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,

When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze !

How tinged by time with sorrow's hue! The heart that gave itself with thee

Is silent-ah, were mine as still !
Though cold as e'en the dead can be,

It feels, it sickens with the chill.
Thou bitter pledge! thou mournful token!

Though painful, welcome to my breast ! Still, still preserve that love unbroken,

Or break the heart to which thou 'rt prest! Time tempers love, but not removes ;

More hallow'd when its hopes are fled :
Oh! what are thousand living loves
To that which cannot quit the dead ?

IV.
And thou art dead, as young and fair

As aught of mortal birth ;

And form so soft, and charms so rare,

Too soon return'd to earth!
Though earth received them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread

In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.
I will not ask where thou liest low,

Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,

So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved and long must love

Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Yet did I love thee to the last

As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,

And canst not alter now.
The love where death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,

Nor falsehood disavow :
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
The better days of life were ours;

The worst can be but mine :
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,

Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;

Nor need I to repine

That all those charms have passed away; .
I might have watch'd through long decay.
The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd

Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,

The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering leaf by leaf

Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.
I know not if I could have borne

To see thy beauties fade;
The night that followed such a morn

Had worn a deeper shade.
Thy day without a cloud hath past,
And thou wert lovely to the last,

Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.
As once I wept, if I could weep

My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep

One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,

Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Yet how much less it were to gain,

Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,

Than thus remember thee !

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