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 But I have drunk enough of life— The cup assign'd to me Dash'd with a little sweet at best, So scantily, so scantily— To know full well that all the rest More bitterly, more bitterly, Drugg'd to the last will be.

And I may live to pain some heart That kindly cares for me: To pain, but not to bless. O Death! Come quietly—come lovingly— And shut mine eyes, and steal my breath; Then willingly, O willingly, I'll go away with thee!

GEORGE GORDON BYRON, LORD BYRON

1788-1824

597. When we Two parted

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning Of what I feel now.