| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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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