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The works of Lord Byron | ||
TO FLORENCE.
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Oh Lady! when I left the shore,The distant shore which gave me birth,
I hardly thought to grieve once more,
To quit another spot on earth:
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Yet here, amidst this barren isle,Where panting Nature droops the head,
Where only thou art seen to smile,
I view my parting hour with dread.
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Though far from Albin's craggy shore,Divided by the dark-blue main;
A few, brief, rolling seasons o'er,
Perchance I view her cliffs again:
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But wheresoe'er I now may roam,Through scorching clime, and varied sea,
Though Time restore me to my home,
I ne'er shall bend mine eyes on thee:
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On thee, in whom at once conspireAll charms which heedless hearts can move,
Whom but to see is to admire,
And, oh! forgive the word—to love.
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Forgive the word, in one who ne'erWith such a word can more offend;
And since thy heart I cannot share,
Believe me, what I am, thy friend.
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And who so cold as look on thee,Thou lovely wand'rer, and be less?
Nor be, what man should ever be,
The friend of Beauty in distress?
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Ah! who would think that form had pastThrough Danger's most destructive path,
Had braved the death-winged tempest's blast,
And 'scaped a Tyrant's fiercer wrath?
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Lady! when I shall view the wallsWhere free Byzantium once arose,
And Stamboul's Oriental halls
The Turkish tyrants now enclose;
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Though mightiest in the lists of fame,That glorious city still shall be;
On me 'twill hold a dearer claim,
As spot of thy nativity:
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And though I bid thee now farewell,When I behold that wondrous scene—
Since where thou art I may not dwell—
'Twill soothe to be where thou hast been.
September, 1809.
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