Since earthly eye but ill can bear I know not if I could have borne Extinguish'd, not decay'd; As stars that shoot along the sky As once I wept, if I could weep, My tears might well be shed, Uphold thy drooping head; Yet how much less it were to gain, The all of thine that cannot die And more thy buried love endears STANZAS FOR MUSIC [Publ. 1816] O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit. THERE's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of excess: FARE THEE WELL [Publ. 1816] Alas! they had been friends in Youth; But never either found another 451 The marks of that which once hath been.' FARE thee well! and if for ever, |