To Florence
- 1Oh Lady! when I left the shore,
- 2The distant shore which gave me birth,
- 3I hardly thought to grieve once more,
- 4To quit another spot on earth:
- 5Yet here, amidst this barren isle,
- 6Where panting Nature droops the head,
- 7Where only thou art seen to smile,
- 8I view my parting hour with dread.
- 9Though far from Albin's craggy shore,
- 10Divided by the dark-blue main;
- 11A few, brief, rolling seasons o'er,
- 12Perchance I view her cliffs
again:
- 13But wheresoe'er I now may roam,
- 14Through scorching clime, and varied sea,
- 15Though Time restore me to my home,
- 16I ne'er shall bend mine eyes on thee:
- 17On thee, in whom at once conspire
- 18All charms which heedless hearts can move,
- 19Whom but to see is to admire,
- 20And, oh! forgive the word--to love.
- 21Forgive the word, in one who ne'er
- 22With such a word can more offend;
- 23And since thy heart I cannot share,
- 24Believe me, what I am, thy friend.
- 25And who so cold as look on thee,
- 26Thou lovely wand'rer, and be less?
- 27Nor be, what man should ever be,
- 28The friend of Beauty in distress?
- 29Ah! who would think that form had past
- 30Through Danger's most destructive path,
- 31Had braved the death-winged tempest's blast,
- 32And 'scaped a Tyrant's fiercer wrath?
- 33Lady! when I shall view the walls
- 34Where free Byzantium once arose,
- 35And Stamboul's Oriental halls
- 36The Turkish tyrants now enclose;
- 37Though mightiest in the lists of fame,
- 38That glorious city still shall be;
- 39On me 'twill hold a dearer claim,
- 40And though I bid thee now farewell,
- 41When I behold that wondrous scene--
- 42Since where thou art I may not dwell--
- 43'Twill soothe to be where thou hast been.