Through dark and dread eternity And more thy buried love endears (Byron.) ON THYRZA. NE struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain, One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleased before; What future grief can touch me more? Then bring me wine, the banquet bring, That smiles with all and weeps with none. In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Though pleasure fires the maddening soul, The heart-the heart is lonely still. On many a lone and lovely night When stretched on fever's sleepless bed, My life, when Thyrza ceased to live. My Thyrza's pledge in better days, The heart that gave itself with thee Thou bitter pledge, thou mournful token, (Byron.) EUTHANASIA. HEN time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion, may thy languid wing No band of friends or heirs be there But silent let me sink to earth, Yet Love, if Love in such an hour |