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THERE WAS A TIME,  I NEED NOT NAME

By
Lord Byron


&/\&/\&

There was a time,  I need not name,

Since it will ne'er forgotten be,

When all our feelings were the same

As still my soul hath been to thee.
 

And from that hour when first thy tongue

Confess'd a love which equall'd mine,

Though many a grief my heart hath wrung,

Unknown, and thus unfelt, by thine,
 

None, none hath sunk so deep as this ---

To think how all that love hath flown;

Transient as every faithless kiss,

But transient in thy breast alone.
 

And yet my heart some solace knew,

When late I heard thy lips declare,

In accent once imagined true,

Remembrance of the days that were.
 

Yes!   my adored, yet most unkind !

Though thou wilt never love again,

To me 'tis doubly sweet to find

Remembrance of that love remain.
 

Yes !    'tis a glorious thought to me,

Nor longer shall my soul repine,

Whate'er thou art or e'er shall be,

Thou hast been dearly, solely mine.
 

&/\&/\&


 
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