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 5. By day or night, in weal or woe, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee. XII. To Thyrza. WITHOUT a stone to mark the spot, And say, what Truth might well have said, By all, save one, perchance forgot, Ah, wherefore art thou lowly laid? By many a shore and many a sea To bid us meet-no-ne'er again! Who held, and holds thee in his heart? Oh! who like him had watch'd thee here? Or sadly mark'd thy glazing eye, Till all was past? But when no more Affection's mingling tears were ours? The pressure That Love each warmer wish forbore; Those eyes proclaim'd so pure a mind, Ev'n passion blush'd to plead for more. 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 bloom 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! XIII. STANZAS.. 1. 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! |