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George Gordon Byron - To Caroline
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Think`st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
    Suffus`d in tears, implore to stay;
And heard unmov`d thy plenteous sighs,
    Which said far more than words can say?

Though keen the grief thy tears exprest,
    When love and hope lay both o`erthrown;
Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast
    Throbb`d, with deep sorrow, as thine own.

But, when our cheeks with anguish glow`d,
    When thy sweet lips were join`d to mine;
The tears that from my eyelids flow`d
    Were lost in those which fell from thine.

Thou could`st not feel my burning cheek,
    Thy gushing tears had quench`d its flame,
And, as thy tongue essay`d to speak,
    In sighs alone it breath`d my name.

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,
    In vain our fate in sighs deplore;
Remembrance only can remain,
    But that, will make us weep the more.

Again, thou best belov`d, adieu!
    Ah! if thou canst, o`ercome regret,
Nor let thy mind past joys review,
    Our only hope is, to forget!
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