Lines Addressed To a Young Lady
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(From Hours of Idleness - 1807)
1
- Doubtless, sweet girl! the hissing lead,
- Wafting destruction oer thy charms,
- And hurtling oer thy lovely head,
- Has filld that breast with fond alarms.
2
- Surely some envious demons force,
- Vexd to behold such beauty here,
- Impelld the bullets viewless course,
- Diverted from its first career.
3
- Yes! in that nearly fatal hour
- The ball obeyd some hell-born guide;
- But Heaven, with interposing power,
- In pity turnd the death aside.
4
- Yet, as perchance one trembling tear
- Upon that thrilling bosom fell;
- Which I, th unconscious cause of fear,
- Extracted fromn its glistening cell:
5
- Say, what dire penance can atone
- For such an outrage done to thee?
- Arraignd before thy beautys throne,
- What punishment wilt thou decree?
6
- Might I perform the judges part,
- The sentence I should scarce deplore;
- It only would restore a heart
- Which but belongd to thee before.
7
- The least atonement I can make
- Is to become no longer free;
- Henceforth I breathe but for thy sake,
- Thou shalt be all in all to me.
8
- But thou, perhaps, mayst now reject
- Such expiation of my guilt;
- Come then, some other mode elect;
- Let it be death, or what thou wilt.
9
- Choose then, relentless! and I swear
- Naught shall thy dread decree prevent;
- Yet holdone little word forbear!
- Let it be aught but banishment.
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