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Written in an Albrim.
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, not
Perchance in some succeeding year, so Reflect on me as on the dead, . ,spir And think my heart is buried here. til
BBS, O September 14th, 1809.
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, i v etur
The distant shore, which gave me birth,:/ I hardly thought to grieve once more,., w
To quit another spot on earth : IT Yet here amidst this barren isle, in s tem
Where panting Nature droops the head, Where only thou art seen to smile, . ,
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, li.
Perchance I view her cliffs again:' (using But wheresoe'er I now may roam, usin
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 só 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,