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.[[ad]](#5197225498158184052_21811-h-4.htm.html#Footnote_ad)
To me they speak of brighter days—
But lull the chords, for now, alas![[ae]](#5197225498158184052_21811-h-4.htm.html#Footnote_ae)
I must not think, I may not gaze,[[af]](#5197225498158184052_21811-h-4.htm.html#Footnote_af)
On what I am—on what I was.