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Written in an Album.
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone
Some name arrests the passer-by; Thus when thou view'st this page alone May mine attract thy pensive eye!
And when by thee that name is read, s, po to
Perchance in some succeeding year, .. Reflect on me as on the dead; . i . 'fr And think my heart is buried here. tril
--.. September 14th, 1809.
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, w e bot
The distant shore, which gave me birth,
To quit another spot on earth : ,
Where panting Nature droops the head,
I view my parting hour with dread...
Though far from Albin's craggy shore,
Divided by the dark-blue main; . A few, brief, rolling seasons o’er, - **
Perchance I view her cliffs again: 1:19 But wheresoe'er I now may roam,
Through scorching clime, and varied sea, Though Time restore me to my home,
I ne'er shall bend mine eyes on thee: On thee, in whom at once conspire . All charms which heedless hearts can move, Whom but to see is to admire,
And, oh! forgive the word--to love. . Forgive the word, in one who ne'er
With such a word can more offend; And since thy heart I cannot share,
Believe me, what I am, thy friend. And who so cold as look on thee,
Thou lovely wand'rer, and be less ?
The friend of Beauty in distress?
Through Danger's most destructive path,
Had brav'd the death-wing'd tempest's blast, "
And ’scap'd a tyrant's fiercer wrath ? Lady! when I shall view the walls
Where free Byzantium once arose; And Stamboul's Oriental halls
The Turkish tyrants now enclose; Though mightiest in the lists of fame,
That glorious city still shall be;
As spot of thy nativity:
When I behold that wond'rous scene,