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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,
From pangs that rend my heart in twain ; One last long sigh to love and thee,
Then back to busy life again.
With things that never pleased before :
What future grief can touch me more ?
Man was not formi'd to live alone :
That smiles with all, and weeps with none.
It never would have been, but thou
Thou’rt nothing, all are nothing now.
The smile that sorrow fain would wear
Like roses o'er a sepulchre.
Dispel awhile the sense of ill,
The heart the heart is lonely still!
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 :
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
Too soon return'd to earth!
In carelessness or mirth,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
So I behold them not :
Like common earth can rot;
Yet did I love thee to the last
As fervently as thou,
And canst not alter now.
Nor falsehood disavow :
The worst can be but mine :
Shall never more be thine.
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have passed away;
Must fall the earliest prey;
The leaves must drop away:
Than see it pluck’d'to-day ;
To see thy beauties fade ;
Had worn a deeper shade.
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
My tears might well be shed,
One vigil o'er thy bed ;
Uphold thy drooping head;
Though thou hast left me free,
Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Returns again to me,
Thine image from my breast may fade, The lonely hour presents again
The semblance of thy gentle shade: And now that sad and silent hour
Thus much of thee can still restore, And sorrow unobserved may pour
The plaint she dare not speak before. Oh, pardon that in crowds awhile
I waste one thought I owe to thee, And, self-condemn'd, appear to smile,
Unfaithful to thy memory! Nor deem that memory less dear,
That then I seem not to repine ; I would not fools should overhear
One sigh that should be wholly thine. If not the goblet pass unquaff'd,
It is not drain’d to banish care; a The cup must hold a deadlier draught,
That brings a Lethe for despair. And could oblivion set my soul
From all her troubled visions free, I'd dash to earth the sweetest bowl
That drown'd a single thought of thee. For wert thou vanished from my mind,
Where could my vacant bosom turn ?