To M_____
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

(From Hours of Idleness - 1807)


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  1.   Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire,
  2.      With bright, but mild affection shine:
  3.   Though they might kindle less desire,
  4.      Love, more than mortal, would be thine.

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  5.   For thou art form’d so heavenly fair,
  6.      Howe’er those orbs may wildly beam,
  7.   We must admire, but still despair;
  8.      That fatal glance forbids esteem.

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  9.   When Nature stamp’d thy beauteous birth,
  10.      So much perfection in thee shone,
  11.   She fear’d that, too divine for earth,
  12.      The skies might claim thee for their own.

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  13.   Therefore, to guard her dearest work,
  14.      Lest angels might dispute the prize,
  15.   She bade a secret lightning lurk,
  16.      Within those once celestial eyes.

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  17.   These might the boldest Sylph appall,
  18.      When gleaming with meridian blaze;
  19.   Thy beauty must enrapture all;
  20.      But who can dare thine ardent gaze?

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  21.   ’Tis said that Berenice’s hair,
  22.      In stars adorns the vault of heaven;
  23.   But they would ne’er permit thee there,
  24.      Who wouldst so far outshine the seven.

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  25.   For did those eyes as planets roll,
  26.      Thy sister-lights would scarce appear:
  27.   E’en suns, which systems now control,
  28.      Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.

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