Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom

1. 1Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
2. 2On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
3. 3But on thy turf shall roses rear
4. 4Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
5. 5And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:

1. 6And oft by yon blue gushing stream
2. 7Shall Sorrow leanher drooping head,
3. 8And feed deep thought with many a dream,
4. 9And lingering pause and lightly tread;
5. 10Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the dead!

1. 11Away! we know that tears are vain,
2. 12That Death nor heeds nor hears distress:
3. 13Will this unteach us to complain?
4. 14Or make one mourner weep the less?
5. 15And thou--who tell'st me to forget,
6. 16Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.