This votive pledge of fond esteem, <br />Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou'lt prize; <br />It sings of Love's enchanting dream, <br />A theme we never can despise. <br /> <br />Who blames it but the envious fool, <br />The old and disappointed maid; <br />Or pupil of the prudish school, <br />In single sorrow doom'd to fade? <br /> <br />Then read, dear girl! with feeling read, <br />For thou wilt ne'er be one of those; <br />To thee in vain I shall not plead <br />In pity for the poet's woes. <br /> <br />He was in sooth a genuine bard; <br />His was no faint, fictitious flame. <br />Like his, may love be thy reward, <br />But not thy hapless fate the same.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-to-a-lady-with-the-poems-of-camo-ns/
