Lord Byron - The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3 (Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom) lyrics

Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom 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 d**h 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.