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To George Anson Byron(?)

Lord Byron·1788–1824
Lines:12Movement:Romanticism
AND, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness? Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy!'Twas ill report that urged my brain to madness, 'Twas thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy. The sadness which thou seest is not sorrow; My wounds are far too deep for simple grief;The heart thus withered, seeks in vain to borrow From calm reflection, comfort or relief. The arrow's flown, and dearly shalt thou rue it; No mortal hand can rid me of my pain:My heart is pierced, but thou canst not subdue it-- Revenge is left, and is not left in vain.