And now, a little Byron...
A verse from Lord Byron’s Stanzas to Augusta (VI, 1816):
From the wreck of the past, which hath perish’d,
Thus much I at least may recall,
It hath taught me that what I most cherish’d
Deserved to be dearest of all :
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Thursday, January 22, 2009