To Emma
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

(From Hours of Idleness - 1807)


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  1.   Since now the hour is come at last,
  2.      When you must quit your anxious lover;
  3.   Since now our dream of bliss is past,
  4.      One pang, my girl, and all is over.

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  5.   Alas! that pang will be severe,
  6.      Which bids us part to meet no more;
  7.   Which tears me far from one so dear,
  8.      Departing for a distant shore.

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  9.   Well! we have pass’d some happy hours,
  10.      And joy will mingle with our tears;
  11.   When thinking on these ancient towers,
  12.      We shelter of our infant years;

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  13.   Where from this Gothic casement’s height,
  14.      We view’s the lake, the park, the dell,
  15.   And still, though tears obstruct our sight,
  16.      We lingering look a last farewell,

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  17.   O’er fields through which we used to run,
  18.      And spend the hours in childish play;
  19.   O’er shades where, when our race was done,
  20.      Reposing on my breast you lay;

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  21.   Whilst I, admiring, too remiss,
  22.      Forgot to scare the hovering flies,
  23.   Yet envied every fly the kiss
  24.      It dared to give your slumbering eyes:

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  25.   See still the little painted bark,
  26.      In which I row’d you o’er the lake;
  27.   See there, high waving o’er the park,
  28.      The elm I clamber’d for your sake.

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  29.   These times are past—our joys are gone,
  30.      You leave me, leave this happy vale;
  31.   These scenes I must retrace alone:
  32.      Without thee what will they avail?

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  33.   Who can conceive, who has not proved,
  34.      The anguish of a last embrace?
  35.   When, torn from all you fondly loved,
  36.      You bid a long adieu to peace.

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  37.   This is the deepest of our woes,
  38.      For this these tears our cheeks bedew;
  39.   This is of love the final close,
  40.      Oh, God! the fondest, last adieu!

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