Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom
Lord Byron
1788 to 1824
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And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the dead!
And thou—who tell'st me to forget,
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
Away! we know that tears are vain,
And lingering pause and lightly tread;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
That Death nor heeds nor hears distress:
Or make one mourner weep the less?
Will this unteach us to complain?
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
And feed deep thought with many a dream,