AWAY, AWAY, YE NOTES OF WOE ! 1 I. AWAY, away, ye notes of Woe ! Be silent, thou once soothing Strain, iil. I dare not trust those sounds again." 2. The voice that made those sounds more sweet' A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead! And all that once was Harmony Is worse than discord to my heart! The well remembered Echoes thrill; I hear a voice I would not hear, A voice that now might well be still: i. Stanzas.-[MS. Editions 1812-1832.] -.-[MS. erased.] iii. But hush the chords -[MS. erased.] iv. I dare not gaze.—[MS. erased.] v. The voice that made that song more sweet.-[MS.] vi. 'Tis silent now - --[MS.] I. ["I wrote it a day or two ago, on hearing a song of former days."---Letter to Hodgson, December 8, 1811, Letters, 1898, ii. 82.] Yet oft my doubting Soul 'twill shake; Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep, Must pass, when Heaven is veiled in wrath, Will long lament the vanished ray That scattered gladness o'er his path. December 8, 1811. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).] ONE STRUGGLE MORE, AND I AM FREE. I. ONE struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleased before : iii. What future grief can touch me more ?iv. Such pangs that tear —.—[MS. erased.] iii. With things that moved me not before.-[MS. erased.] iv. What sorrow cannot -. .—[MS.] 2. Then bring me wine, the banquet bring; That smiles with all, and weeps with none. 3. In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Though Pleasure fires the maddening soul, 4. On many a lone and lovely night 5. When stretched on Fever's sleepless bed, And sickness shrunk my throbbing veins, i. It would not be, so hadst not thou —.—[MS. erased.] Withdrawn so soon —· i. ""Tis comfort still," I faintly said," My life, when Thyrza ceased to live! 6. My Thyrza's pledge in better days,. 7. Thou bitter pledge! thou mournful token! Or break the heart to which thou'rt pressed. Oh! what are thousand living loves [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).] how oft I said.-[MS. erased.] ii. Like freedom to the worn-out slave.—[MS.] A boon 'twas idle then to give, Relenting Health in mocking gave.-[MS. B. M. erased.] —.—[MS. erased.] iii. Dear simple gift· 1. [Compare My Epitaph: "Youth, Nature and relenting Jove." -Letter to Hodgson, October 3, 1810, Letters, 1898, i. 298.] EUTHANASIA. I. WHEN Time, or soon or late, shall bring Wave gently o'er my dying bed! 2. No band of friends or heirs be there,1 3. But silent let me sink to Earth, With no officious mourners near: 4. Yet Love, if Love in such an hour In her who lives, and him who dies. 5. 'Twere sweet, my Psyche! to the last 1. [Compare A Wish, by Matthew Arnold, stanza 3, etc. 66 Spare me the whispering, crowded room, The friends who come and gape and go," etc.] |