To Emma (Lord Byron) Lyrics

Since now the hour has come at last

When you must quit your anxious lover

Since now our dreams of bliss are past

One pang my girl and all is over

Alas the pang will be severe

Which bids us part to meet no more

Which tears me far from one so dear

Departing for a distant shore

Well we have passed some happy hours

And joy will mingle with our tears

When thinking on these ancient tours

The shelter of our infant years

Where from the Gothic casement's height

We viewed the lake, the park, the dell

And still though tears obstruct our sight

We lingering look a last farewell

Over fields through which we used to run

And spend our day in childish play

Under shades where when our race was done

Reposing on my chest you lay

Whilst I admiring too remiss

Forgot to scare the hovering flies

Yet envied every fly the kiss

It dared to give your slumbering eyes