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To Caroline

Lord Byron·1788–1824
Lines:24Movement:Romanticism
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? Though keen the grief _thy_ tears exprest, 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_!