Lord Byron's Poems

Early Poems: Imitated From Catullus - To Ellen

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,

A million scarce would quench desire;

Still would I steep my lips in bliss,

And dwell an age on every kiss;

Nor then my soul should sated be,

Still would I kiss and cling to thee:

Nought should my kiss from thine dissever,

Still would we kiss and kiss for ever;

E'en though the numbers did exceed ii

The yellow harvest's countless seed;

To part would be a vain endeavour:

Could I desist? - ah! never - never.

November 16, 1806.

Footnote 1: From a note in Byron's copy of Catullus (now in the possession of Mr. Murray), it is evident that these lines are based on Carm. xlviii., 'Mellitos oculos tuos, Juventi'.

Footnote i:'To Anna'.

Footnote ii: 'E'en though the number'.. 'Three first Editions'.