And thou art dead, as young and fair
1 And thou art dead, as young and fair
2 As aught of mortal birth;
3 And form so soft, and charms so rare,
4 Too soon return'd to Earth!
5 Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
6 And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
7 In carelessness or mirth,
8 There is an eye which could not brook
9 A moment on that grave to look.
10 I will not ask where thou liest low,
11 Nor gaze upon the spot;
12 There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
13 So I behold them not:
14 It is enough for me to prove
15 That what I lov'd, and long must love,
16 Like common earth can rot;
17 To me there needs no stone to tell,
18 'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.
19 Yet did I love thee to the last
20 As fervently as thou,
21 Who didst not change through all the past,
22 And canst not alter now.
23 The love where Death has set his seal,
24 Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
25 Nor falsehood disavow:
26 And, what were worse, thou canst not see
27 Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
28 The better days of life were ours;
29 The worst can be but mine:
30 The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
31 Shall never more be thine.
32 The silence of that dreamless sleep
33 I envy now too much to weep;
34 Nor need I to repine
35 That all those charms have pass'd away,
36 I might have watch'd through long decay.
37 The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
38 Must fall the earliest prey;
39 Though by no ...
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