Impromptu, In Reply To A Friend Poem by George Gordon Byron

Impromptu, In Reply To A Friend

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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.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,sorrow
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