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Lord Byron (1788–1824).  Poetry of Byron.  1881.
 
I. Personal, Lyric, and Elegiac
Euthanasia
 
WHEN Time, or soon or late, shall bring
  The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,
Oblivion! may thy languid wing
  Wave gently o’er my dying bed!
 
No band of friends or heirs be there,        5
  To weep, or wish, the coming blow:
No maiden, with dishevell’d hair,
  To feel, or feign, decorous woe.
 
But silent let me sink to earth,
  With no officious mourners near:        10
I would not mar one hour of mirth,
  Nor startle friendship with a fear.
 
Yet Love, if Love in such an hour
  Could nobly check its useless sighs,
Might then exert its latest power        15
  In her who lives and him who dies.
 
’Twere sweet, my Psyche! to the last
  Thy features still serene to see:
Forgetful of its struggles past,
  E’en Pain itself should smile on thee.        20
 
But vain the wish—for Beauty still
  Will shrink, as shrinks the ebbing breath;
And woman’s tears, produced at will,
  Deceive in life, unman in death.
 
Then lonely be my latest hour,        25
  Without regret, without a groan;
For thousands Death hath ceased to lower,
  And pain been transient or unknown.
 
“Ay, but to die, and go,” alas!
  Where all have gone, and all must go!        30
To be the nothing that I was
  Ere born to life and living woe!—
 
Count o’er the joys thine hours have seen,
  Count o’er thy days from anguish free,
And know, whatever thou hast been,        35
  ’Tis something better not to be.
 
 
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