TESTO DEL LIED

"Oh! snatched away in beautys bloom"
di George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Oh! snatched away in beautys 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:

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!

Away! we know that tears are vain,
That death nor heeds nor hears distress:
Will this unteach us to complain?
Or make one mourner weep the less?
And thouwho tellst me to forget,
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.