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There is an eye which could not brook
I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot ;
So I behold them not:
Like common earth can rot;
Yet did I love thee to the last
As fervently as thou,
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;
I know not if I could have borne
To see thy beauties fade;
Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath past, And thou wert lovely to the last ;
Extinguish'd, not decay'd ; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high.
As once I wept, if I could weep
My tears might well be shed,
One vigil o'er thy bed ;
Uphold thy drooping head;
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free, The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee!
Returns again to me,
If sometimes in the haunts of men
Thine image from my breast may fade, The lonely hour presents again
The semblance of thy gentle shade : And now that sad and silent hour
Thus much of thee can still restore, And sorrow unobserved may pour
The plaint she dare not speak before.
Oh, pardon that in crowds awhile,
I waste one thought I owe to thee, And, self-condemn'd, appear to smile,
Unfaithful to thy Memory! Nor deem that memory less dear,
That then I seem not to repine, I would not fools should overhear
One sigh that should be wholly thine.
If not the Goblet pass unquaff'd,
It is not drain'd to banish care,
That brings a Lethe for despair.
And could Oblivion set my soul
From all her troubled visions free, I'd dash to earth the sweetest bowl
That drown'd a single thought of thee.
For wert thou vanish'd from my mind,
Where could my vacant bosom turn? And who would then remain behind
To honour thine abandon'd Urn? No, No-it is my sorrow's pride
That last dear duty to fulfil; Though all the world forget beside,
'Tis meet that I remember still.
For well I know, that such had been
Thy gentle care for him, who now Unmourn'd shall quit this mortal scene,
Where none regarded him, but thou:
A blessing never meant for me;
March 14th, 1812.