As stars that shoot along the sky' Shine brightest as they fall from high. 7. As once I wept, if I could weep, My tears might well be shed, To gaze, how fondly! on thy face, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, 8. Yet how much less it were to gain, Through dark and dread Eternity And more thy buried love endears February, 1812. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (Second Edition).] i. As stars that seem to quit the sky.—[MS.] ii. O how much less it were to gain, All beauteous though they be.-[MS.] iii. Through dark and dull Eternity.—[MS.] |