<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396193" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas To Jessy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a mystic thread of life<br> So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,<br>That Destiny's relentless knife<br> At once must sever both, or none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a Form on which these eyes<br> Have fondly gazed with such delight---<br>By day, that Form their joy supplies,<br> And Dreams restore it, through the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a Voice whose tones inspire<br> Such softened feelings in my breast,<br>I would not hear a Seraph Choir,<br> Unless that voice could join the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a Face whose Blushes tell<br> Affection's tale upon the cheek,<br>But pallid at our fond farewell,<br> Proclaims more love than words can speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a Lip, which mine has prest,<br> But none had ever prest before;<br>It vowed to make me sweetly blest,<br> That mine alone should press it more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a Bosom all my own,<br> Has pillow'd oft this aching head,<br>A Mouth which smiles on me alone,<br> An Eye, whose tears with mine are shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are two Hearts whose movements thrill,<br> In unison so closely sweet,<br>That Pulse to Pulse responsive still<br> They Both must heave, or cease to beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are two Souls, whose equal flow<br> In gentle stream so calmly run,<br>That when they part---they part?---ah no!<br> They cannot part---those Souls are One.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396193" data-title="Stanzas To Jessy de Byron" data-description="There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must sever both, or none. There is a Form on which these eyes Have fondly gazed with such delight--- By day, that Form their joy suppl..."></div> </div> </div>

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