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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
To a Lady
By Lord Byron
WHEN Man, expell’d from Eden’s bowers,
  A moment linger’d near the gate,
Each scene recall’d the vanish’d hours,
  And bade him curse his future fate.
But, wandering on through distant climes,        5
  He learnt to bear his load of grief;
Just gave a sigh to other times,
  And found in busier scenes relief.
Thus, lady! will it be with me,
  And I must view thy charms no more;        10
For, while I linger near to thee,
  I sigh for all I knew before.
In flight I shall be surely wise,
  Escaping from temptation’s snare;
I cannot view my paradise        15
  Without the wish of dwelling there.

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