LORD BYRON.
18. Song from "The Corsair."
I.
Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,Lonely and lost to light for evermore,Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,Then trembles into silence as before.
II.
There, in its centre, a sepulchral lampBurns the slow flame, eternal—but unseen;Which not the darkness of Despair can damp,Though vain its ray as it had never been.
III.
18. Song from "The Corsair."
I.
Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,Lonely and lost to light for evermore,Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,Then trembles into silence as before.
II.
There, in its centre, a sepulchral lampBurns the slow flame, eternal—but unseen;Which not the darkness of Despair can damp,Though vain its ray as it had never been.
III.
Remember me—Oh! pass not thou my graveWithout one thought whose relics there recline:The only pang my bosom dare not braveMust be to find forgetfulness in thine.
IV.
My fondest—faintest—latest accents hear—Grief for the dead not Virtue can reprove;Then give me all I ever asked—a tear,The first—last—sole reward of so much love!
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George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS known simply as Lord Byron, was an English peer, who was a poet and politician. He was one of the leading figures of the Romantic movement and is regarded as one of the greatest English poets. He remains widely read and influential.
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