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   English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
467. Elegy on Thyrza
 
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
 
 
AND thou art dead, as young and fair
  As aught of mortal birth;
And forms so soft and charms so rare
  Too soon return’d to Earth!
Though Earth received them in her bed,        5
And o’er the spot the crowd may tread
  In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.
 
I will not ask where thou liest low        10
  Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow
  So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved, and long must love        15
  Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell
’Tis Nothing that I loved so well.
 
Yet did I love thee to the last,
  As fervently as thou        20
Who didst not change through all the past
  And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
  Nor falsehood disavow:        25
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
 
The better days of life were ours;
  The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lours,        30
  Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
  Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass’d away        35
I might have watch’d through long decay.
 
The flower in ripen’d bloom unmatch’d
  Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch’d,
  The leaves must drop away.        40
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
  Than see it pluck’d today;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.        45
 
I know not if I could have borne
  To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow’d such a morn
  Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath past,        50
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,        55
  My tears might well be shed
To think I was not near, to keep
  One vigil o’er thy bed:
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,        60
  Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.
 
Yet how much less it were to gain,
  Though thou hast left me free,        65
The loveliest things that still remain
  Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
  Returns again to me,        70
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.
 

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