Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend, por Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend

When, from the heart where Sorrow sits,

Her dusky shadow mounts too high,

And o’er the changing aspect flits,

And clouds the brow, or fills the eye;

Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink:

My thoughts their dungeon know too well;

Back to my breast the wanderers shrink,

And droop within their silent cell.

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