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7.

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 hope is fled : Oh! what are thousand living loves

To that which cannot quit the dead ?

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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 heirs be there,

To weep, or wish, the coming blow: No maiden, with dishevell'd hair,

To feel, or feign, decorous wo.

S.

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 her 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 hour,

Without regret, without a groan ! For thousands Death hath ceased to lower,

And pain been transient or unknown.

8.

“Ay, but to die, and go,” alas !

Where 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 has been,

'Tis something better not to be.

STANZAS.

Heu quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse !"

1.

And thou art dead, as young and fair

As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,

Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth received them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread

In carelessness or mirth,

There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

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I will not ask where thou liest low,

Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,

So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved and long must love

Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.

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.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,

Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

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The better days of life were ours;

The worst can be but mine :
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,

Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;

Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away ;
I might have watch'd through long decay.

5.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd

Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,

The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,

Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

6.

I know not if I could have borne

To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn

Had worn a deeper shade:

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