The chain I gave was fair to view, <br />The lute I added sweet in sound; <br />The heart that offer'd both was true, <br />And ill deserved the fate it found. <br /> <br />These gifts were charm'd by secret spell, <br />Thy truth in absence to divine; <br />And they have done their duty well, <br />Alas! they could not teach the thine. <br /> <br />That chain was firm in every link, <br />But not to bear a stranger's touch; <br />That lute was sweet, till thou could'st think <br />In other hands its notes were such. <br /> <br />Let him who from thy neck unbound <br />The chain which shiver'd in his grasp, <br />Who saw that lute refuse to sound, <br />Restring the chords, renew the clasp. <br /> <br />When thou wert changed, they alter'd too; <br />The chain is broke, the music mute. <br />'Tis past, to them and thee adieu <br />False heart, frail chain, and silent lute.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chain-i-gave-from-the-turkish/
