Lord Byron

“ The night that followed such a morn
⁠Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath passed,
And thou wert lovely to the last;
⁠Extinguished, not decayed;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high. ”

“ Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
⁠Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
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The better days of life were ours;
⁠The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
⁠Shall never more be thine. ”

“ BRIGHT be the place of thy soul!
⁠No lovelier spirit than thine
E'er burst from its mortal control,
⁠In the orbs of the blessed to shine.
On earth thou wert all but divine,
⁠As thy soul shall immortally be ”