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[In Lady Blessington's Conversations with Lord Byron these lines are thus introduced: " I will give you some stanzas I wrote yesterday (said Byron); they are as simple as even Wordsworth himself could write, and would do for music."]
But once I dared to lift my eyes,
To lift my eyes to thee;
And, since that day, beneath the skies,
No other sight they see.
In vain sleep shuts them in the night,
The night grows day to me,
Presenting idly to my sight
What still a dream must be.
A fatal dream — for many a bar
Divides thy fate from mine;
And still my passions wake and war,
But peace be still with thine.
[First published, 1833.]
But once I dared to lift my eyes,
To lift my eyes to thee;
And, since that day, beneath the skies,
No other sight they see.
In vain sleep shuts them in the night,
The night grows day to me,
Presenting idly to my sight
What still a dream must be.
A fatal dream — for many a bar
Divides thy fate from mine;
And still my passions wake and war,
But peace be still with thine.
[First published, 1833.]
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