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| XXII. | XXII. LOVE'S FINAL SWEETNESS
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XXII. LOVE'S FINAL SWEETNESS
For this it is which is so sweet to me,
To suffer for thee:—When the last days came
And Byron with his eyes and heart aflame
Looked round the earth to see what cause might be
Worthy to die for, had he known but thee
His grim forlorn heart had not tarried long
Seeking an altar meet for love and song
And sacrifice heaven-sweet eternally.
To suffer for thee:—When the last days came
And Byron with his eyes and heart aflame
Looked round the earth to see what cause might be
Worthy to die for, had he known but thee
His grim forlorn heart had not tarried long
Seeking an altar meet for love and song
And sacrifice heaven-sweet eternally.
To die for Greece! Yes, sweet: but sweeter far
To die for thee, if only so I might
Prove that my love for thee is winged with light
And passionately true, O one sweet star
Brightening with glory of one golden bar
My shield that else were sable as the night.
To die for thee, if only so I might
Prove that my love for thee is winged with light
And passionately true, O one sweet star
Brightening with glory of one golden bar
My shield that else were sable as the night.
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