Poems of Lord Byron — Volume 7 by Lord Byron, Ernest Hartley Coleridge

To the Honble Mrs George Lamb

The sacred song that on mine ear Yet vibrates from that voice of thine, I heard, before, from one so dear— 'T is strange it still appears divine.

But, oh! so sweet that look and tone To her and thee alike is given; It seemed as if for me alone That both had been recalled from Heaven!

And though I never can redeem The vision thus endeared to me; I scarcely can regret my dream, When realised again by thee.

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