The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/La Revanche

by George Gordon Byron

[LA REVANCHE.]

1.

There is no more for me to hope,
There is no more for thee to fear;
And, if I give my Sorrow scope,
That Sorrow thou shalt never hear.

Why did I hold thy love so dear?
Why shed for such a heart one tear?
Let deep and dreary silence be
My only memory of thee!

2.

When all are fled who flatter now,
Save thoughts which will not flatter then;
And thou recall'st the broken vow
To him who must not love again—
Each hour of now forgotten years
Thou, then, shalt number with thy tears;
And every drop of grief shall be
A vain remembrancer of me!

Undated, ?1812.
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,
now for the first time printed.]