The poem I Watched Thee by Lord Byron
I watched thee when the foe was at our side Ready to strike at him, or thee and me Were safety hopeless rather than divide Aught with one loved, save love and liberty.
I watched thee in the breakers when the rock Received our prow and all was storm and fear And bade thee cling to me through every shock This arm would be thy bark or breast thy bier.
I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes Yielding my couch, and stretched me on the ground When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise From thence, if thou an early grave hadst found.
The Earthquake came and rocked the quivering wall And men and Nature reeled as if with wine Whom did I seek around the tottering Hall For thee, whose safety first provide for thine.
And when convulsive throes denied my breath The faintest utterance to my fading thought To thee, to thee, even in the grasp of death My spirit turned. Ah! oftener than it ought.
Thus much and more, and yet thou lov'st me not, And never wilt, Love dwells not in our will Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot To strongly, wrongly, vainly, love thee still.
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