George Gordon Noel Byron

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?

Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

And I have loved them, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
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And I have loved them, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like shy bubbles, onward; from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers.
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And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.

Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
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Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.