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the was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

when the is on the wave,
and the in the grass,
and the on the grave,
and the wisp on the
the falling stars are shooting,
and the answer'd are hooting,
and the silent are still
in the of the hill,
shall my soul be thine,
with a and with a sign.

though thy may be deep,
yet thy spirit shall not
there are which will not vanish,
are thoughts thou canst not banish,
by a power to unknown,
canst never be alone;
thou art wrapt as a shroud,
art gather'd in a cloud;
and for ever shalt thou
in the spirit of spell.

though thou me not pass by,
thou shalt feel me thine eye
as a thing that, unseen,
must be thee, and hath been;
and when in secret dread
thou turn'd around thy head,
shalt marvel I am not
as thy on the spot,
and the which thou dost feel
shall be what thou feel
shall be thou must conceal.

and a magic voice and
hath thee with a curse;
and a of the air
hath begirt thee a snare;
in the wind there is a
shall forbid thee to
and to thee night deny
all the quiet of her
and the day have a sun,
shall make thee wish it done.

from thy false I did distil
an essence which hath strength to
from thy own heart I did wring
the black in its blackest spring;
from thy own I snatch'd the snake,
for there it as in a brake;
from thy own smile I the snake,
for there it as in a brake;
from thy own lip I drew the the
gave all these their chiefest harm;
in proving poison known,
I found the was thine own.

by thy cold and serpent smile,
by thy gulfs of guile,
by that most seeming eye,
by thy soul's hypocrisy;
by the of thine art
which for human thine own heart;
by thy delight in pain,
and by thy of cain,
I upon thee! and compel
to be thy proper hell!

and on thy head I the vial
doth devote this trial;
nor to slumber, nor to die,
shall be in thy
thy death shall still seem near
to thy wish, but as a
lo! the spell now works thee,
and the clankless hath bound thee;
o'er thy and brain together
the word been pass'd - now wither!