The following lines addressed to Lady Byron

The following lines addressed to Lady Byron

There is a mystic thread of life,

So dearly wreath's with mine alone,

That destiny's relentless knife

At once must sever both or none.

There is a form on which these eyes

Have often gazed with fond delight;

By day that form their joy supplies,

And dreams restore it through the night.

There is a voice whose tones inspire

Such thrills of rapture through my breast;

I would not hear a seraph choir,

Unless that voice could join the rest.

There is a face whose blushes tell

Affection's tale upon the cheek;

But pallid, at one fond farewell,

Proclaims more love than words can speak.

There is a lip, which mine hath pressed,

And none had ever pressed before,

It vowed t make me sweetly bless'd,

And mine - mine only press'd it more.

There is a bosom - all my own -

Hath pillow'd oft this aching head:

A mouth, which smiles on me alone,

And eye whose tears with mine are shed.

There are two hearts, whose movements thrill

In unison so closely sweet!

That pulse to pulse, responsive still

That both must heave - or cease to beat.

There are two souls, whose equal flow

In gentle streams so calmly run,

That when they part - they part! - ah no!

They cannot part - these souls are one.

Lord George Byron

1:39, p. 156

1827.12.07

The following lines addressed to Lady Byron, are considered by Sir Walter Scott, as the finest production of Byron: