This votive pledge of fond esteem,
Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou'lt prize;
It sings of Love's enchanting dream,
A theme we never can despise.
Who blames it but the envious fool,
The old and disappointed maid?
Or pupil of the prudish school,
In single sorrow doom'd to fade?
Then read, dear Girl! with feeling read,
For thou wilt ne'er be one of those;
To thee, in vain, I shall not plead
In pity for the Poet's woes.
He was, in sooth, a genuine Bard;
His was no faint, fictitious flame:
Like his, may Love be thy reward,
But not thy hapless fate the same.
Stanzas To A Lady, With The Poems Of Camoëns
George Gordon Lord Byron
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Poem topics: dream, fate, never, school, sorrow, single, flame, fool, genuine, poet, reward, girl, dear, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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