<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To D</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thee I fondly hoped to clasp<br>A friend whom death alone could sever;<br>Till envy, with malignant grasp,<br>Detach'd thee from my breast for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, she has forced thee from my breast,<br>Yet in my heart thou keep'st thy seat;<br>There, there thine image still must rest,<br>Until that heart shall cease to beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the grave restored her dead,<br>When life again to dust is given,<br>On thy dear breast I'll lay my head--<br>Without thee where would be my heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">February 1803</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=396240" data-title="To D de Byron" data-description="In thee I fondly hoped to clasp A friend whom death alone could sever; Till envy, with malignant grasp, Detach'd thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forced thee from my breast, Yet in my heart thou keep'st thy seat; There, there thine ima..."></div> </div> </div>

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