Hebrew Melodies (Byron, 1815)/Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom
OH! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM.
I.Oh! snatched 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.