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AND THOU ART DEAD, AS YOUNG AND FAIR.
“Heu, quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse !"
AND thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
There is an eye which could not brook
i. Stanzas.-[Editions 1812-1831.]
ii. Are mingled with the Earth.-[MS.]
Were never meant for Earth.-[MS. erased.]
1. ["The Lovers' Walk is terminated with an ornamental urn, inscribed to Miss Dolman, a beautiful and amiable relation of Mr. Shenstone's, who died of the small-pox, about twenty-one years of age, in the following words on one side :
On the other side
"Ah! Maria! pvellarvm elegantissima! ah Flore venvstatis abrepta, vale!
hev qvanto minvs est
(From a Description of the Leasowes, by A. Dodsley; Poetical Works of William Shenstone , p. xxix.)]
I will not ask where thou liest low,"
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not: il
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved, and long must love,
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.i.
Yet did I love thee to the last
As fervently as thou,"
Who didst not change through all the past,
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
The better days of life were ours;
i. I will not ask where thou art laid,
iii. Like common dust can rot.--[MS.]
iv. I would not wish to see nor touch.-[MS. erased.]
v. As well as warm as thou.-[MS. erased.]
vi. MS. transposes lines 5 and 6 of stanza 3. vii. Nor frailty disavow.--[MS.]
viii. Nor canst thou fair and faultless see.—[MS. erased.] ix. Nor wrong, nor change, nor fault in me.— [MS]
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers," Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep i
I envy now too much to weep;
That all those charms have passed away
I might have watched through long decay.
The flower in ripened bloom unmatched
I know not if I could have borne 1.
The night that followed such a morn
Thy day without a cloud hath passed,"
i. The cloud that cheers
ii. The sweetness of that silent deep.—[MS.]
Is earliest doomed to fade.—[MS. erased.]
As stars that shoot along the sky'
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,
Uphold thy drooping head;
Yet how much less it were to gain,
And more thy buried love endears
February, 1812. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (Second Edition).]
i. As stars that seem to quit the sky.—[MS.]
ii. O how much less it were to gain,
All beauteous though they be.-[MS.] iii. Through dark and dull Eternity.—[MS.]