I.
We sate down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, and thought of the day
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,
Made Salem’s high places his prey;
And ye, oh her desolate daughters!
Were scattered all weeping away.
II.
While sadly we gazed on the river
Which roll’d on in freedom below,
They demanded the song; but, oh never
That triumph the stranger shall know!
May this right hand be withered for ever,
Ere it string our high harp for the foe!
III.
On the willow that harp is suspended,
Oh Salem! its sound should be free;
And the hour when thy glories were ended
But left me that token of thee:
And ne’er shall its soft tones be blended
With the voice of the spoiler by me!
(Lord George Gordon Byron)
More Poetry from Lord George Gordon Byron:
Lord George Gordon Byron Poems based on Topics: Daughters, Liberty & Freedom- The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- Parisina (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto I. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto III. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- Elegy On Newstead Abbey (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Liberty & Freedom Poems, Daughters PoemsBased on Keywords: slaughters