2. Then bring me wine, the banquet bring; That smiles with all, and weeps with none. It was not thus in days more dear, 3. In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! Like roses o'er a sepulchre. 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! 4. On many a lone and lovely night Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye: When sailing o'er the Ægean wave, "Now Thyrza gazes on that moonAlas, it gleam'd upon her grave! 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 ceas'd to live! Q 6. My Thyrza's pledge in better days, 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? XV. EUTHANASIA. 1. 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, No maiden, with dishevell'd hair, To feel, or feign, decorous woe. 3. But silent let me sink to Earth, 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. |