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George Gordon Byron - Impromptu, In Reply To A Friend
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When, from the heart where Sorrow sits,
  Her dusky shadow mounts too high,
And o`er the changing aspect flits,
  And clouds the brow, or fills the eye;
Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink:
  My thoughts their dungeon know too well;
Back to my breast the wanderers shrink,
  And droop within their silent cell.
 
September 1813.
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