There was a time, I need not name, <br />Since it will ne'er forgotten be, <br />When all our feelings were the same <br />As still my soul hath been to thee. <br /> <br />And from that hour when first thy tongue <br />Confess'd a love which equall'd mine, <br />Though many a grief my heart hath wrung, <br />Unknown, and thus unfelt, by thine, <br /> <br />None, none hath sunk so deep as this--- <br />To think how all that love hath flown; <br />Transient as every faithless kiss, <br />But transient in thy breast alone. <br /> <br />And yet my heart some solace knew, <br />When late I heard thy lips declare, <br />In accents once imagined true, <br />Remembrance of the days that were. <br /> <br />Yes! my adored, yet most unkind! <br />Though thou wilt never love again, <br />To me 'tis doubly sweet to find <br />Remembrance of that love remain. <br /> <br />Yes! 'tis a glorious thought to me, <br />Nor longer shall my soul repine, <br />Whate'er thou art or e'er shalt be, <br />Thou hast been dearly, solely mine.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-a-time-i-need-not-name/
