The tone, that taught me to rejoice, But sweet to me from none but thine; But where is thine ?-ah, where art thou? Oft have I borne the weight of ill, But never bent beneath till now! Well hast thou left in life's best blooin I would not wish thee here again; To wean me from mine anguish here. Teach me too early taught by thee!To bear, forgiving and forgiv'n: On earth thy love was such to me; It fain would form my hope in heav'n! J AWAY, away, ye notes of woe! Be silent thou once soothing strain, I dare not trust those sounds again. 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! Yes, Thyrza! yes, they breathe of thee, Is worse than discord to my heart! 3. "Tis silent all!-but on my ear A voice that now might well be still. Till consciousness will vainly wake 4. Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep, A star that trembled o'er the deep, Then turn'd from earth its tender beam. But he, who through life's dreary way That scatter'd gladness o'er his path.` XIV. To Thyrza 1. ONE struggle more, and I am free One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleas'd before: Though every joy is fled below, What future grief can touch me more? 2. Then bring me wine, the banquet bring; Man was not form'd to live alone: I'll be that light unmeaning thing That smiles with all, and weeps with none. It was not thus in days more dear, It never would have been, but thou Hast fled, and left me lonely here; Thou'rt nothing, all are nothing now. 3. In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though pleasure fires the madd'ning soul, The heart-the heart is lonely still! |