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6, 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’ep the dead can be,
I feel, 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 beart to which thou’rt prest! Time tempers love, but not removes,
More hallow'd when its hope is filed: Oh! what are thousand living loves
To that which cannot quit the dead?
1. 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!
2. No band of friends, or beirs be there,
To weep, or wish, the coming blow: No maiden, with dishevell d hair,
To feel, or feign, decorous wo.
3. But silent let me sink to earth,
With no officious mourners near: I would not mar one hour of mirth,
Nor startle Friendship with a fear.
4. Yet Love, if Love in such an hour
Could nobly check its useless sighs, Might then exert its latest power
In ber who lives and him who dies.
5. 'Twere sweet, my Psyche! to the last
Thy features still serene to see: Forgetful of its struggles past,
E'en Pain itself should smile on thee.
6.. But vain the wish--for beauty still
Will shrink, as shrinks the ebbing breath; And woman's tears, produced at will,
Deceive in life, unman in death.
7. Then lonely be my latest bour,
Without regret, without a groan!
And pain been transient or unknown.
8. · Ay, but to die, and go,” alas!
Wbere all have gone, and all must go! To be the nothing that I was
Ere born to life and living wo!
9. Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen,
Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been,
'Tis something better not to be.
STANZAS. "Heu quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tai meminisse!"
As aught of mortal birth;
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;
3. 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.
Nor falsehood disavow:
4. The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
Shall never more be thine.
Nor need I to repine
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:
Thy day without a cloud hath past,
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
7. As once I wept, if I could weep
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!
Returns again to me,
1. IF, sometimes in the haupts of men
Thine image from my breast may fade, The lonely hour presents again
The semblance of thy gentle shade: