2. Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may see: The tear that from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me, 3, I ask no pledge to make me blest Nor one memorial for a breast, Whose thoughts are all thine own. 4. Nor need I write-to tell the tale . Oh! what can idle words avail, 5. By day or night, in weal or woe, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee. TO THYRZA. WITHOUT a stone to mark the spot, Ah, wherefore art thou lowly laid? To bid us meet-no-ne'er again! That softly said, "We part in peace," Had taught my bosom how to brook, With fainter sighs, thy soul's release. And didst thou not, since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart, Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see, Who held, and holds thee in his heart? Oh! who like him had watch'd thee here? Or sadly mark'd thy glazing eye, In that dread hour ere death appear, When silent Sorrow fears to sigh, Till all was past? But when no more 'Twas thine to reck of human woe, Affection's heart-drops, gushing o'er, Affection's mingling tears were ours? That Love each warmer wish forbore; But sweet to me from none but thine; But never bent beneath till now! Well hast thou left in life's best bloom I would not wish thee here again; VOL. V. M But if in worlds more blest than this To wean me from mine anguish here. On earth thy love was such to me; STANZAS. 1. AWAY, away, ye notes of woe! Be silent, thou once soothing strain, I dare not trust those sounds again. On what I am-on what I was. 2. 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! Is worse than discord to my heart! ཉྭ་ 'Tis silent all!—but on my ear A voice that now might well be still, 4. Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep, A star that trembled o'er the deep, 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. |