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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 disturbed 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.
[Published in the Examiner, April 23, 1815.]