O talk not to me of a name great in story;
     The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
     And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
     Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.


     What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
     'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:
     Then away with all such from the head that is hoary—
     What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?


     O Fame!—if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
     'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
     Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
     She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.


     There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;
     Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;
     When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,
     I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, later George Gordon Noel, 6th Baron Byron, FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), commonly known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement. Among Byron's best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage and the short lyric "She Walks in Beauty." He is regarded as one of the greatest British poets and remains widely read and influential.


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