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