Yahs

• Lord Byron: 'When we two parted in silence and tears half broken hearted to sever for years pale grew thy cheek and cold colder thy kiss truly that hour foretold sorrow to this.'
• Lord Byron: 'the dew of the morning sunk 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.'
• Lord Byron: 'they name thee before me a knell in mine ear a shudder comes oer me why wert thou so dear they know not i kneww thee who knew thee too well long long shall i rue thee too deeply to tell.'
• Lord Byron: 'in secret we met in silence i grieve that thy heart should forget thy spirit deceive if i should meet thee after long years how should i greet ther with silence and tears.'
• The fountains mingle with the river and the rivers with the ocean the winds of heaven mix forever with a sweet emotion nothing in the world is single all things by a law divine in one another’s being mingle why not i with thine.

  see the mountains kiss high heaven and the waves clasp one another no sister flower would be forgiven if it disdaind its brother and the sunlight clasps the earth and the moonbeams kiss the sea what is all this sweet work worth if thou kiss not me.
• The rain set early in tonight the sullen wind was soon awake it tore the elm tops down for spite and did its worst to vex the lake I listened with heart fit to break.
• When no voice replied


  She put my arm about her waist
• She made her smooth white shoulder bare


  She spread oer all her yellow hair
• Murmuring: 'how she loved me she too weak for all her hearts endeavour to set its struggling passion free from pride and vainer ties dissever and give herself to me forever.'
• Passion sometimes would prevail

  Nor could tonights gay feast restrain a sudden thought of one so pale for love of her and all in vain so she was come through wind and rain.
• I looked up at her eyes

  Happy and proud at last i knew porphyria worshipped me
• No pain felt she I'm quite sure she felt no pain as a shut bud that holds a bee
• The smiling rosy little head so glad it has its utmost will that all it scorned at once is fled and i its love am gained instead.
• Porphyrias love she guessed not how her darling one wish would be heard and thus we sit together now and all night long we have not stirred and yet God has not said a word.