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AWAY, AWAY, YE NOTES OF WOE!^{[lower-roman 1][decimal 1]}

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.^{[lower-roman 2]}
To me they speak of brighter days—
⁠But lull the chords, for now, alas!^{[lower-roman 3]}
I must not think, I may not gaze,^{[lower-roman 4]}
⁠On what I am—on what I was.

2.

The voice that made those sounds more sweet^{[lower-roman 5]}
⁠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^{[lower-roman 6]}
⁠The well remembered Echoes thrill;
I hear a voice I would not hear,

⁠A voice that now might well be still:

Variants

1. Stanzas.—[MS. Editions 1812-1832.]
2. I dare not hear ——.—[MS. erased.]
3. But hush the chords ——.—[MS. erased.]
4. —— I dare not gaze.—[MS. erased.]
5. The voice that made that song more sweet.—[MS.]
6. Tis silent now ——.—[MS.]

Notes

1. ["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.]