light is thy fame.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow -
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me -
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: -
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
- Lord Byron


I fell in love with Lord Byron when I chose him for my final project in English last year. I would say that was one of my better decisions on life. This (piece of the) poem in particular instantly grew on me.


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