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GEORGE GORDON, LORD
In silence and tears,
To sever for years,
Colder thy kiss;
Sorrow to this.
Sunk chill on my brow-
Of what I feel now.
And light is thy fame:
And share in its shame.
A knell to mine ear;
Why wert thou so dear?
Who knew thee too well:
Too deeply to tell.
In silence I grieve,
Thy spirit deceive.
After long years,
With silence and tears.
STANZAS FOR MUSIC
(1815) с There's not a joy the world can give like
that it takes away, When the głow of early thought declines
in feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush
alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere
youth itself be past.
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
(1814) She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Though wit may flash from fluent lips,
and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no
more their former hope of rest;