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AND” THOU ART DEAD, AS YOUNG AND FAIR” – Lord Byron

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And thou art dead, as young and fair

As aught of mortal birth;

And form so soft, and charms so rare,

Too soon return’d to Earth !

Though Earth received them in her bed

And o’er the spot the crowd may tread

In carelessness or mirth,

There is an eye which could not brook

A moment on that grave to look.
I will not ask where thou liest low,

Nor gaze upon the spot;

There flowers or weeds at will may grow,

So I behold them not:

It is enough for me to prove

That what I loved, and long must love,

Like common earth can rot;

To me there needs no stone to tell,

Tis Nothing that I loved so well.
Yet did I love thee to the last

As fervently as thou,

Who didst not change through all the past,

And canst not alter now

The love where Death has set his seal,

Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,

Nor falsehood disavow:

And, what were worse, thou canst not see

Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
The better days of life were ours;

The worst can be but mine:

The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,

Shall never more be thine.

The silence of that dreamless sleep

I envy now too much to weep;

Nor need I to repine,

That all those charms have pass’d away;

I might have watch’d through long decay.
The flower in ripen’d bloom unmatch’d

Must fall the earliest prey;

Though by no hand untimely snatch’d,

The leaves must drop away;

And yet it were a greater grief

To watch it withering, leaf by leaf

Than see it pluck’d to-day;

Since earthly eye but ill can bear

To trace the change to foul from fair.
I know not if I could have borne

To see thy beatuies fade;

The night that follow’d such a morn

Had worn a deeper shade:

Thy day without a cloud hath pass’d,

And thou wert lovely to the last;

Extinguish’d , not decay’d;

As stars that shoot along the sky

Shine brightest as they fall from high.
As once I wept, if I could weep,

My tears might well be shed,

To think I was not near to keep

One vigil o’er thy bed;

To gaze, how fondly !    On thy face,

To fold thee in a faint embrace,

Uphold thy drooping head;

And show that love, however vain,

Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Yet how much less it were to gain,

Though thou hast left me free,

The loveliest things that still remain,

Than thus remember thee !

The all of thine that cannot die

Through dark and dread Eternity

Returns again to me,

And more thy buried love endears

Than aught except its living years.

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About Nayana Nair

Hi, I am Nayana Nair. I'm 23. Just a crazy girl who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly. I like to talk about everything...mostly..every conversation of mine turns into a monologue.... So I decided I should start writing a blog..rather than chat.... I'm very much passionate about music, psychology and literature.... Moderate interest in science..... I always want to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing. Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)

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