Brightly Hast Thou Fled

Brightly, brightly hast thou fled!
Ere one grief had bow’d thy head!
Brightly didst thou part!
With thy young thoughts pure from spot,
With thy fond love wasted not,
With thy bounding heart.

Ne’er by sorrow to be wet,
Calmly smiles thy pale cheek yet,
Ere with dust o’erspread:
Lilies ne’er by tempest blown,
White rose which no stain hath known,
Be about thee shed!

So we give thee to the earth,
And the primrose shall have birth
O’er thy gentle head;
Thou that, like a dewdrop borne
On a sudden breeze of morn,
Brightly thus hast fled!