Tis Done! Henceforth Nor Joy Nor Woe Can Make Or Mar My Fate; I Gaze Around, Above, Below, And All Is Desolate. Go, Bid The Shattered Pine To Bloom; The Mourner To Be Merry; But Bid No Ray To Cheer The Tomb In Which My Hopes I Bury! I Never Thought The World Was Fair; That 'Truth Must Reign Victorious'; I Knew That Honesty Was Rare; Wealth Only Meritorious. I Knew That Women Might Deceive, And Sometimes Cared For Money; That Lovers Who In Love Believe Find Gall As Well As Honey. I Knew That "Wondrous Classic Lore" Meant Something Most Pedantic; That Mathematics Were A Bore, And Morals Un-Romantic. I Knew My Own Beloved Light-Blue Might Much Improve Their Rowing: In Fact, I Knew A Thing Or Two Decidedly Worth Knowing. But Thou! - Fool, Fool, I Thought That Thou At Least Wert Something Glorious; I Saw Thy Polished Ivory Brow, And Could Not Feel Censorious. I Thought I Saw Thee Smile - But That Was All Imagination; Upon The Garden Seat I Sat, And Gazed In Adoration. I Plucked A Newly-Budding Rose, Our Lips Then Met Together; We Spoke Not - But A Lover Knows How Lips Two Lives Can Tether. We Parted! I Believed Thee True; I Asked For No Love-Token; But Now Thy Form No More I View - My Pipe, My Pipe, Thou'Rt Broken! Broken! - And When The Sun'S Warm Rays Illumine Hill And Heather, I Think Of All The Pleasant Days We Might Have Had Together. When Lucifer'S Phosphoric Beam Shines E'Er The Lake'S Dim Water, O Then, My Beautiful, I Dream Of Thee, The Salt Sea'S Daughter. O Why Did Death Thy Beauty Snatch And Leave Me Lone And Blighted, Before The Hymeneal Match Our Young Loves Had United? I Knew Thou Wert Not Made Of Clay, I Loved Thee With Devotion, Soft Emanation Of The Spray! Bright, Foam-Born Child Of Ocean! One Night I Saw An Unknown Star, Methought It Gently Nodded; I Saw, Or Seemed To See, Afar Thy Spirit Disembodied. Cleansed From The Stain Of Smoke And Oil, My Tears It Bade Me Wipe, And There, Relieved From Earthly Toil, I Saw My Meerschaum Pipe. Men Offer Me The Noisome Weed; But Nought Can Calm My Sorrow; Nor Joy Nor Misery I Heed; I Care Not For The Morrow. Pipeless And Friendless, Tempest-Tost I Fade, I Faint, I Languish; He Only Who Has Loved And Lost Can Measure All My Anguish.