Last Lines of Lord George Gordon Byron
A heart whose love is innocent!All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear.Fonder, alas! they ne'er can be, love!I would not give that bosom pain.No martyr shalt thou be to love.Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.Still dauntless 'midst the wreck of earth he'd smile.To awake, will be torture sufficient.Which tells that we shall be no more.
Woman, thy vows are trac'd in sand.