Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, <br />Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; <br />And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, <br />Which said far more than words can say? <br /> <br />Though keen the grief thy tears exprest, <br />When love and hope lay both o'erthrown; <br />Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast <br />Throbb'd, with deep sorrow, as thine own. <br /> <br />But, when our cheeks with anguish glow'd, <br />When thy sweet lips were join'd to mine; <br />The tears that from my eyelids flow'd <br />Were lost in those which fell from thine. <br /> <br />Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek, <br />Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame, <br />And, as thy tongue essay'd to speak, <br />In sighs alone it breath'd my name. <br /> <br />And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, <br />In vain our fate in sighs deplore; <br />Remembrance only can remain, <br />But that, will make us weep the more. <br /> <br />Again, thou best belov'd, adieu! <br />Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret, <br />Nor let thy mind past joys review, <br />Our only hope is, to forget!<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-caroline/
