On Parting

By the Rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept
All around grew drear and dark
When we two parted –

Remind me not, Remind me not
Fill the Goblet again…

My soul is dark
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name

A spirit passed before me
She walks in beauty
Well! Thou art happy

They say that hope is happiness…

A Cento: Lines abstracted from the table of contents of
The Poetical Works of Lord Byron

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