Though the day of my destiny's over,
And the star of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
The faults which so many could find;
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted,
It shrunk not to share it with me,
And the love which my spirit hath painted
It never hath found but in thee.
Then when nature around me is smiling
The last smile which answers to mine,
I do not believe it beguiling
Because it reminds me of thine;
And when winds are at war with the ocean,
As the bre asts I believed in with me,
If their billows excite an emotion,
It is that they bear me from thee.
Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd,
And its fragments are sunk in the wave,
Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd
To pain — it shall not be its slave.
There is many a pang to pursue me:
They may crush, but they shall not contemn —
They may torture, but shall not subdue me —
'Tis of thee that I think — not of them.
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,
Though slander'd, thou never could'st shake, —
Though trusted, thou didst not betray me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor, mute, that the world might belie.
Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,
Nor the war of the many with one —
If my soul was not fitted to prize it
'Twas folly not sooner to shun:
And if dearly that error hath cost me,
And more than I once could foresee,
I have found that, whatever it lost me,
It could not deprive me of thee.
From the wreck of the past, which hath perish'd,
Thus much I at least may recall,
It hath taught me that which 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.
..the soul elevating idea that no man is entitled to complain of fate while in his adversity, he still retains the unwavering love of a woman. poem by lord byron.
and the poem below is original written by me, whilst in a agonised period
You shone like a star in a dark nebula
The only light in my life thus far
Only your lustrous eyes could penetrate my shells
And through my soul ringing like bells
You gave me rapturous feelings for the first time felt living
Bliss and ringing through my being
Whilst you did live you stirred in me
Human feelings from my web of inhumanity
My imperfections you refused to see
The evils for which so many condemned me
We walked on the first dawn of Spring
A cold frost covered sunrise in Spring
Listening to the songbirds sing
Even the violet glorys' eyes seemed to wink
Alone we walked, apparently so
But unseen, tree hidden shadows trod through the snow
You felt a chill as snow fell from a dove above
A dove in spring bringing woebetidings from above to my love
The sinking of my heart! As i watched you give a start
Horror pervading my soul as instruments caused gouts of blood
With your last breath you professed your love for the last time
My heart in tears replied but my mouth was sealed shut as if not mine
Upon the pure white sheen of snow
My mind, unseeing, watched darker stains grow
Now only my physical shell lives on through the ages
Lives on and walks alone in trances
Gaudy butterflies are macabre dances
Branches falling like phantom lances
The memory on which my soul crushes
Now crushed by the madness and those monsters
Those monsters' demonic laughters echo throughout the ages
comments and critics pls *i meant i thought the first poem is beautiful, not the one that i wrote
