詩歌賞析：Elegy on Thyrza

　　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