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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
when the stars are shooting,
and the answer'd are hooting,
and the leaves are still
in the of the hill,
shall my be upon thine,
with a and with a sign.

thy slumber may be deep,
yet thy shall not sleep;
there are shades will not vanish,
there are thoughts thou not banish,
by a power to unknown,
canst never be alone;
thou art wrapt as a shroud,
thou art gather'd in a
and for shalt thou dwell
in the of this spell.

though thou me not pass by,
thou feel me with thine eye
as a thing that, unseen,
must be near thee, and been;
and when in that secret
thou hast around thy head,
shalt marvel I am not
as thy on the spot,
and the power thou dost feel
shall be what thou dost
shall be what must conceal.

and a magic and verse
hath baptized thee with a
and a of the air
hath begirt with a snare;
in the wind there is a
forbid thee to rejoice;
and to shall night deny
all the of her sky;
and the day shall a sun,
which shall make thee it done.

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

by thy cold breast and smile,
by thy unfathom'd of guile,
by most seeming virtuos eye,
by thy shut soul's
by the of thine art
pass'd for human thine own heart;
by thy delight in pain,
and by thy of cain,
I call upon thee! and
to be thy proper hell!

and on thy head I pour the
which doth this trial;
nor to slumber, nor to die,
shall be in thy
though thy death shall seem near
to thy wish, but as a
lo! the now works around thee,
and the clankless chain hath bound
o'er thy heart and together
hath the word been - now wither!