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Oh! snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
[from Hebrew Melodies, published in April 1815]

     I
Oh! snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom!
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
     But on thy turf shall roses rear
     Their leaves, the earliest of the year—
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom—

     II
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
     Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,
     And lingering pause, and lightly tread,—
     Fond wretch! as if her step disturb’d the dead!

     III
Away! we know that tears are vain,
     That death nor heeds nor hears distress—
Will this unteach us to complain?
     Or make one mourner weep the less?
And thou—who tell’st me to forget,
Thy looks are wan—thine eyes are wet.



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