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ON PARTING

By
Lord Byron
March, 1811



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The kiss, dear maid !     thy lip has left

Shall never part from mine,

Till happier hours restore the gift

Untainted back to thine.
 

Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,

An equal love may see:

The tear that from thine eyelid streams

Can weep no change in me.
 

I ask no pledge to make me blest

In gazing when alone;

Nor one memorial for a breast,

Whose thoughts are all thine own.
 

Nor need I write --- to tell the tale

My pen were doubly weak:

Oh !    what can idle words avail,

Unless the heart could speak ?
 

By day or night, in weal or woe,

That heart, no longer free,

Must bear the love it cannot show,

And silent ache for thee.
 
 

&/\&/\&


 
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