If Sometimes in the Haunts of Men
- 1If sometimes in the haunts of men
- 2Thine image from my breast may fade,
- 3The lonely hour presents again
- 4The semblance of thy gentle shade:
- 5And now that sad and silent hour
- 6Thus much of thee can still restore,
- 7And sorrow unobserved may pour
- 8The plaint she dare not speak
before.
- 9Oh, pardon that in crowds awhile
- 10I waste one thought I owe to thee,
- 11And self-condemned, appear to smile,
- 12Unfaithful to thy memory:
- 13Nor deem that memory less dear,
- 14That then I seem not to repine;
- 15I would not fools should overhear
- 16One sigh that should be wholly thine.
- 17If not the Goblet pass unquaffed,
- 18It is not drained to banish care;
- 19The cup must hold a deadlier draught
- 20That brings a Lethe for despair.
- 21And could Oblivion set my soul
- 22From all her troubled visions free,
- 23I'd dash to earth the sweetest bowl
- 24That drowned a single thought of thee.
- 25For wert thou vanished from my mind,
- 26Where could my vacant bosom turn?
- 27And who would then remain behind
- 28To honour thine abandoned Urn?
- 29No, no--it is my sorrow's pride
- 30That last dear duty to fulfil;
- 31Though all the world forget beside,
- 32'Tis meet that I remember still.
- 33For well I know, that such had been
- 34Thy gentle care for him, who now
- 35Unmourned shall quit this mortal scene,
- 36Where none regarded him, but thou:
- 37And, oh! I feel in that was given
- 38A blessing never meant for me;
- 39Thou wert too like a dream of Heaven,
- 40For earthly Love to merit thee.