A Woman's Tear
Dublin Core
Title
A Woman's Tear
Description
What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
That starts at once; bright - pure - from pity's mine,
Already polished by the hand divine!
Oh, too convincing - dangerously dear -
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can wield,
To save; subdue! at once her spear and shield!
Avoid it - Virtue ebbs, and wisdom errs,
Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers!
What lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye!
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
That starts at once; bright - pure - from pity's mine,
Already polished by the hand divine!
Oh, too convincing - dangerously dear -
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can wield,
To save; subdue! at once her spear and shield!
Avoid it - Virtue ebbs, and wisdom errs,
Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers!
What lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye!
Creator
Byron (Lord George Byron)
Source
2:11, p. 87
Date
1828.06.06
Collection
Citation
Byron (Lord George Byron), “A Woman's Tear,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/147.
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