Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Stanzas for Music 1815 Lord Byron

They say that hope is Happiness,
  but genuine Love must prize the past
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless;
 They rose the first they set the last;

And all that Memory loves the most
 was once our only Hope to be
And all that Hope adored and lost
 hath melted into Memory

Alas!it is delusion all:
 the future cheats us from afar,
Nor can be waht we recall,
 nor dare we think on what we are.

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