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FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER.
FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal availed on high,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,
Are in that word-Farewell !-Farewell !
These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;
But in my breast and in my brain,
pass not by,
Though Grief and Passion there rebel :
[First published, Corsair, Second Edition, 1814.)
1. (Compare The Corsair, Canto I. stanza xv. lines 480-490.) VOL. III.
WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
To sever for years,
Colder thy kiss;
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning i
Sunk chill on my brow-
Of what I feel now.
And light is thy fame:
And share in its shame,
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
i. Never may I behold
Moment like this.-(MS.) ii. The damp of the morning
Clung chill on my brow.-[MS. crased.] ii. Thy vow hath been broken.-[MS.) iv.
And deep in my soul-
But never forgot.-[Erasures, stanza 3, MS.,
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
Who knew thee too well :-
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
Thy spirit deceive.
After long years,
[First published, Poems, 1816.)
(LOVE AND GOLD.']
I CANNOT talk of Love to thee,
Though thou art young and free and fair!
i. If one should meet thee
In silence and tears.-(MS.) 1. [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.
The water-mark of the paper on which a much-tortured rough copy of these lines has been scrawled, is 1809, but, with this exception, there is no hint as to the date of composition. An entry in the Diary for November 30, 1813, in which Annabella (Miss Milbanke) is described “as an heiress, a girl of twenty, a peeress that is to be," etc., and a letter (Byron to Miss Milbanke) dated November 29, 1813 (sce Letters, 1898, ii. 357, and 1899, iii. 407),
There is a spell thou dost not see,
That bids a genuine love despair.
And yet that spell invites each youth,
For thee to sigh, or seem to sigh;
And Truth itself appear a lie.
In woman's heart, 'twere wise in thine:
Doubt others' love, nor trust in mine.
Perchance 'tis feigned, perchance sincere,
But false or true thou canst not tell;
In that unconquerable spell.
Thy simpering or thy sighing train,
By Love's or Plutus' heavier chain.
That bids them worship at thy shrine;
in which there is more than one allusion to her would-be suitors, "your thousand and one pretendants,” etc., suggest the idea that the lines were addressed to his future wife, when he first made her acquaintance in 1812 or 1813.)