George Gordon Byron

Here you will find the Poem Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom of poet George Gordon Byron

Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom

Oh! snatched away in beauty's 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 

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 

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 thou - who tell'st me to forget, 
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.