The chain I gave was fair to view,
The lute I added sweet in sound;
The heart that offer’d both was true,
And ill deserved the fate it found.
These gifts were charm’d by secret spell,
Thy truth in absence to divine;
And they have done their duty well,
Alas! they could not teach the thine.
That chain was firm in every link,
But not to bear a stranger’s touch;
That lute was sweet, till thou could’st think
In other hands its notes were such.
Let him who from thy neck unbound
The chain which shiver’d in his grasp,
Who saw that lute refuse to sound,
Restring the chords, renew the clasp.
When thou wert changed, they alter’d too;
The chain is broke, the music mute.
‘Tis past, to them and thee adieu
False heart, frail chain, and silent lute.
(Lord George Gordon Byron)
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