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

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

thy slumber may be deep,
yet thy shall not sleep;
are shades which will not vanish,
there are thoughts canst not banish,
by a to thee unknown,
thou canst be alone;
thou art wrapt as a shroud,
art gather'd in a cloud;
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 hath
and when in that dread
thou hast around thy head,
thou shalt I am not
as thy on the spot,
and the power which dost feel
shall be what dost feel
be what thou must conceal.

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

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

by thy cold breast and smile,
by thy unfathom'd of guile,
by that most virtuos eye,
by thy soul's hypocrisy;
by the of thine art
which pass'd for human thine own
by thy in others' pain,
and by thy of cain,
I call thee! and compel
to be thy proper hell!

and on thy I pour the vial
which devote this trial;
nor to slumber, nor to die,
be in thy destiny;
though thy death shall still near
to thy wish, but as a
lo! the now works around thee,
and the clankless hath bound thee;
thy heart and brain together
hath the been pass'd - now wither!