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AWAY, AWAY, YE NOTES OF WOE!

AWAY, AWAY, YE NOTES OF WOE![1][2]

1.

Away, away, ye notes of Woe!
Be silent, thou once soothing Strain,
Or I must flee from hence—for, oh!
I dare not trust those sounds again.[3]
To me they speak of brighter days—
But lull the chords, for now, alas![4]
I must not think, I may not gaze,[5]
On what I am—on what I was.


2.

The voice that made those sounds more sweet[6]
Is hushed, and all their charms are fled;
And now their softest notes repeat
A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead!
Yes, Thyrza! yes, they breathe of thee,
dust! since dust thou art;
And all that once was Harmony
Is worse than discord to my heart!


3.

'Tis silent all!—but on my ear[7]
The well remembered Echoes thrill;
I hear a voice I would not hear,

A voice that now might well be still:
  1. Stanzas.—[MS. Editions 1812-1832.]
  2. ["I wrote it a day or two ago, on hearing a song of former days."—Letter to Hodgson, December 8, 1811, Letters, 1898, ii. 82.]
  3. I dare not hear ——.—[MS. erased.]
  4. But hush the chords ——.—[MS. erased.]
  5. —— I dare not gaze.—[MS. erased.]
  6. The voice that made that song more sweet.—[MS.]
  7. Tis silent now ——.—[MS.]