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Lord Byron
To A Lady Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band Which Bound Her Tresses
This Band, which bound thy yellow hair
Is mine, sweet girl! thy pledge of love;
It claims my warmest, dearest care,
Like relics left of saints above.
Oh! I will wear it next my heart;
βTwill bind my soul in bonds to thee:
From me again βtwill neβer depart,
But mingle in the grave with me.
The dew I gather from thy lip
Is not so dear to me as this;
That I but for a moment sip,
And banquet on a transient bliss:
This will recall each youthful scene,
Eβen when our lives are on the wane;
The leaves of Love will still be green
When Memory bids them bud again.
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Lord Byron
1788 - 1824
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