Lord Byron's Poems

Early Poems: To Caroline i


Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,

Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay;

And heard 'unmov'd' thy plenteous sighs,

Which said far more than words can say? ii


Though keen the grief 'thy' tears exprest, iii

When love and hope lay 'both' o'erthrown;

Yet still, my girl, 'this' bleeding breast

Throbb'd, with deep sorrow, as 'thine own'.


But, when our cheeks with anguish glow'd,

When 'thy' sweet lips were join'd to mine;

The tears that from 'my' eyelids flow'd

Were lost in those which fell from 'thine'.


Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek,

'Thy' gushing tears had quench'd its flame,

And, as thy tongue essay'd to speak,

In 'sighs alone' it breath'd my name.


And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,

In vain our fate in sighs deplore;

Remembrance only can remain,

But 'that', will make us weep the more.


Again, thou best belov'd, adieu!

Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret,

Nor let thy mind past joys review,

Our only 'hope' is, to 'forget'!


Footnote i: 'To' - - .

Footnote ii: 'than words could say'.

Footnote iii: 'Though deep the grief'.