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