Elegy on Thyrza英文詩歌賞析

Elegy on Thyrza

AND thou art dead as young and fair

As aught of mortal birth;

And form so soft and charms so rare

Too soon return'd to Earth!

Though Earth received them in her bed

And o'er the spot the crowd may tread

In carelessness or mirth

There is an eye which could not brook

A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low

Nor gaze upon the spot;

There flowers or weeds at will may grow

So I behold them not：

It is enough for me to prove

That what I loved and long must love

Like common earth can rot;

To me there needs no stone to tell

'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last

As fervently as thou

Who didst not change through all the past

And canst not alter now.

The love where Death has set his seal

Nor age can chill nor rival steal

Nor falsehood disavow;

And what were worse thou canst not see

Or wrong or change or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours

The worst can be but mine;

The sun that cheers the storm that lours

Shall never more be thine.

The silence of that dreamless sleep

I envy now too much to weep;

Nor need I to repine

That all those charms have pass'd away

I might have watch'd through long decay.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd

Must fall the earliest prey;

Though by no hand untimely snatch'd.

The leaves must drop away.

And yet it were a greater grief

To watch it withering leaf by leaf

Than see it pluck'd to-day;

Since earthly eye but ill can bear

To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne

To see thy beauties fade;

The night that follow'd such a morn

Had worn a deeper shade.

Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd

And thou wert lovely to the last

Extinguish'd not decay'd;

As stars that shoot along the sky

Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept if I could weep

My tears might well be shed

To think I was not near to keep

One vigil o'er thy bed—

To gaze how fondly! on thy face

To fold thee in a faint embrace

Uphold thy drooping head

And show that love however vain

Nor thou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain

Though thou hast left me free

The loveliest things that still remain

Than thus remember thee!

The all of thine that cannot die

Through dark and dread eternity

Returns again to me

And more thy buried love endears

Than aught except its living years.