---

George Gordon Byron - Stanzas To Augusta
Work rating: Low

I.
When all around grew drear and dark,
   And reason half withheld her ray
And hope but shed a dying spark
   Which more misled my lonely way;
 
II.
In that deep midnight of the mind,
   And that internal strife of heart,
When dreading to be deem`d too kind,
   The weak despair--the cold depart;
 
III.
When fortune changed--and love fled far
   And hatred`s shafts flew thick and fast
Thou  wert the solitary star
   Which rose and set not to the last.
 
IV.
Oh! blest be thine unbroken light!
   That watch`d me as a seraph`s eye,
And stood between me and the night,
   For ever shining sweetly nigh.
 
V.
And when the cloud upon us came,
   Which strove to blacken o`er thy ray
Then purer spread its gentle flame,
   And dash`d the darkness all away.
 
VI.
Still may thy spirit dwell on mine,
   And teach it what to brave or brook
There`s more in one soft word of thine
   Than in the world`s defied rebuke.

VII.
Thou stood`st, as stands a lovely tree,
   That still unbroke though gently bent,
Still waves with fond fidelity
   Its boughs above a monument.
 
VIII.
The winds might rend--the skies might pour,
   But there thou wert--and still wouldst be
Devoted in the stormiest hour
   To shed thy weeping leaves o`er me.
 
IX.
But thou and thine shall know no blight,
   Whatever fate on me may fall;
For heaven in sunshine will requite
   The kind--and thee the most of all.
 
X.
Then let the ties of bated love
   Be broken--thine will never break;
Thy heart can feel--but will not move
   Thy soul, though soft, will never shake.
 
And these, when all was lost beside,
   Were found and still are fix`d in thee;­
And bearing still a breast so tried,
   Earth is no desert--ev`n to me.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.