My songs were full of joy,— You might have let them flow; My heart was every woman's toy,— You might have left it so! VI. But now to send me back To faded hopes and fears, VII. The lip that was so gay More dark and still hath grown; The listless lute of yesterday Hath learned a sadder tone; And uttered is the thought, And written is the vow ; You might have left this charm unwroughtYou must not rend it now! VIII. When first upon my lance I saw the fair sun shine, When music's rich delight From lips so lovely came, I looked not on those lips that night,-And yet they breathed my name! IX. When our last words were broken Long tracks of sand and sea, X. Farewell!-when I was bound I could have lightly whispered round And now that I am cold, And deemed the slave of none, I marvel how my lips have told That little word to one. XL. Farewell!-since bliss so rare And since I weep not here To call you false and vain, THE LAST. Πανύστατον δὴ, κ' ούποτ' αὖθις ὑστέρον. I. SOPH. Ajax. It is the lute, the same poor lute;— But they must sound to-day. The bark is manned, the seamen throng Lady, you heard my first love-song,— II. Sigh not! I knew the star must set, And if I never can forget, I would not have you aught but glad, And if my sad words make you sad, III. No more, no more, oh! never more Bring clouds that ivory forehead o'er, IV. I think that you will love me still, My praise will be your proudest theme It is my last! V. And now let one kind look be mine, And wreathe this wreath around your head (Alas, it withers fast!) And whisper, when its flowers are dead, VI. Thus from your presence forth I go, A lost and lonely man; Reckless alike of weal or woe, Heaven's benison or ban: He who has known the tempest's worst, Blame not these tears; they are the first,- 'APRIL 2, 1829.) A FAREWELL. λιποῦσα δ' Εὐρώπης πέδον, ὁ τῶν θεῶν τύραννος εἰς τὰ πάνθ' ὁμῶς EscH. Prom. Vinct. THEY told me thou wilt pass again Across the echoing wave; And, though thou canst not break the chain, Thou wilt forget the slave. |