To Woman
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(composed: 1806)
(In Hours of Idleness - 1807)
- Woman! experience might have told me,
- That all must love thee who behold thee:
- Surely experience might have taught
- Thy firmest promises are naught:
- But, placed in all thy charms before me,
- All I forget, but to adore thee.
- Oh memory! Thou choicest blessing
- When joind with hope, when still possessing;
- But how much cursed by every lover
- When hope is fled and passions over.
- Woman, that fair and fond deceiver,
- How throbs the pulse when first we view
- The eye that rolls in glossy blue,
- Or sparkles black, or mildly throws
- A beam from under hazel brows!
- How quick we credit every oath,
- And hear her plight the willing troth!
- Fondly we hopet will last for aye,
- When, lo! she changes in a day.
- This record will for ever stand,
- Woman, thy vows are traced in sand.
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