. A selection of posthumous poems. joined with those we love again, Where neither time, nor foe, nor Death can part! This is to taste immortal joys above, Where souls in purity for ever love ! How oft my heart, from fair Italians clime,Has sighed and sobbed to visit thy dear tomb ! And I have sought thy shade from time to time,In forest, field, and grove— abroad—at home. Gazed on the moon, and thence from star to star Through yonder azure firmament afar, But nowhere could I track thee, my dear Lord,Above, beneath, around—thy spirit fled To that far-distant land where, high removed,Beatitude aw
. A selection of posthumous poems. joined with those we love again, Where neither time, nor foe, nor Death can part! This is to taste immortal joys above, Where souls in purity for ever love ! How oft my heart, from fair Italians clime,Has sighed and sobbed to visit thy dear tomb ! And I have sought thy shade from time to time,In forest, field, and grove— abroad—at home. Gazed on the moon, and thence from star to star Through yonder azure firmament afar, But nowhere could I track thee, my dear Lord,Above, beneath, around—thy spirit fled To that far-distant land where, high removed,Beatitude awaits th illustrious dead: And sure my Byron there regards my sighs, Looking on me in pity from the skies! t I » \j i 4 3 4 THE COUNTESS GUICCIOLI AT THE TOMB OV LORD BYRON Still I must suffer sadness, pain and woe. It matters not—a moment, and tis oer;Then freed from earth, and Death, and every foe I reach at last that far-off blissful shore,Where all is happiness and peace, and thenI join my much loved Byron once again !. w tf t iO J^v^v^v^pv^v^pv^v^v^v^v^k 1 1 * i V^A^felApS^^ A ~V|^ *
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