The works of Lord Byron A new, revised and enlarged edition, with illustrations. Edited by Ernest Hartley Coleridge and R. E. Prothero |
 | I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
 | V. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| I. |
| V. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| 7. |
 | The works of Lord Byron |  |
TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND.
1
Few years have pass'd since thou and IWere firmest friends, at least in name,
And Childhood's gay sincerity
Preserved our feelings long the same.
272
2
But now, like me, too well thou know'stWhat trifles oft the heart recall;
And those who once have loved the most
Too soon forget they lov'd at all.
3
And such the change the heart displays,So frail is early friendship's reign,
A month's brief lapse, perhaps a day's,
Will view thy mind estrang'd again.
4
If so, it never shall be mineTo mourn the loss of such a heart;
The fault was Nature's fault, not thine,
Which made thee fickle as thou art.
5
As rolls the Ocean's changing tide,So human feelings ebb and flow;
And who would in a breast confide
Where stormy passions ever glow?
273
6
It boots not that, together bred,Our childish days were days of joy:
My spring of life has quickly fled;
Thou, too, hast ceas'd to be a boy.
7
And when we bid adieu to youth,Slaves to the specious World's controul,
We sigh a long farewell to truth;
That World corrupts the noblest soul.
8
Ah, joyous season! when the mindDares all things boldly but to lie;
When Thought ere spoke is unconfin'd,
And sparkles in the placid eye.
9
Not so in Man's maturer years,When Man himself is but a tool;
When Interest sways our hopes and fears,
And all must love and hate by rule.
10
With fools in kindred vice the same,We learn at length our faults to blend;
And those, and those alone, may claim
The prostituted name of friend.
274
11
Such is the common lot of man:Can we then 'scape from folly free?
Can we reverse the general plan,
Nor be what all in turn must be?
12
No; for myself, so dark my fateThrough every turn of life hath been;
Man and the World so much I hate,
I care not when I quit the scene.
13
But thou, with spirit frail and light,Wilt shine awhile, and pass away;
As glow-worms sparkle through the night,
But dare not stand the test of day.
14
Alas! whenever Folly callsWhere parasites and princes meet,
(For cherish'd first in royal halls,
The welcome vices kindly greet,)
15
Ev'n now thou'rt nightly seen to addOne insect to the fluttering crowd;
And still thy trifling heart is glad
To join the vain and court the proud.
275
16
There dost thou glide from fair to fair,Still simpering on with eager haste,
As flies along the gay parterre,
That taint the flowers they scarcely taste.
17
But say, what nymph will prize the flameWhich seems, as marshy vapours move,
To flit along from dame to dame,
An ignis-fatuus gleam of love?
18
What friend for thee, howe'er inclin'd,Will deign to own a kindred care?
Who will debase his manly mind,
For friendship every fool may share?
19
In time forbear; amidst the throngNo more so base a thing be seen;
No more so idly pass along;
Be something, any thing, but—mean.
August 20th, 1808.
| The works of Lord Byron | |