When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers, <br />A moment linger'd near the gate, <br />Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours, <br />And bade him curse his future fate. <br /> <br />But, wandering on through distant climes, <br />He learnt to bear his load of grief; <br />Just gave a sigh to other times, <br />And found in busier scenes relief. <br /> <br />Thus, lady! will it be with me, <br />And I must view thy charms no more; <br />For, while I linger near to thee, <br />I sigh for ail I knew before. <br /> <br />In flight I shall be surely wise, <br />Escaping from temptation's snare; <br />I cannot view my paradise <br />Without the wish of dwelling there. <br /> <br />December 2, 1808<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-lady-on-being-asked-my-reasons-for-quitting-england-in-the-spring/
