It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleased before: Though every joy is fled below, What future grief can touch me more? 2. Then bring me wine, the banquet bring; That smiles with all, and weeps with none. 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 maddening soul, 4. On many a lone and lovely night Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon, 5. When stretch'd on fever's sleepless bed, And sickness shrunk my throbbing veins, ""Tis comfort still," I faintly said, "That Thyrza cannot know my pains:" Like freedom to the time-worn slave, A boon 'tis idle then to give, Relenting Nature vainly gave My life, when Thyrza ceased to live! 6. My Thyrza's pledge in better days, VOL. IV. 7. Thou bitter pledge! thou mournful token! EUTHANASIA. 1. WHEN Time, or soon or late, shall bring 2. No band of friends or heirs be there, No maiden, with dishevell'd hair, 3. 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 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! Ere born to life and living wo! 9. Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, 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, Though Earth received them in her bed, |