SONG OF THYRSIS

by: Philip Freneau (1752-1832)

      HE turtle on yon withered bough,
      That lately mourned her murdered mate,
      Has found another comrade now--
      Such changes all await!
      Again her drooping plume is drest,
      Again she's willing to be blest
      And takes her lover to her nest.
       
      If nature has decreed it so
      With all above, and all below,
      Let us like them forget our woe,
      And not be killed with sorrow.
      If I should quit your arms to-night
      And chance to die before 't was light,
      I would advise you -- and you might --
      Love again to-morrow.

"Song of Thyrsis" is reprinted from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.

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