To Anne (To the same)

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Title:     To Anne (To the same)
Author: Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

1.

Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous:

I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you;

But Woman is made to command and deceive us--

I look'd in your face, and I almost forgave you.

2.

I vow'd I could ne'er for a moment respect you,

Yet thought that a day's separation was long;

When we met, I determined again to suspect you--

Your smile soon convinced me _suspicion_ was wrong.

3.

I swore, in a transport of young indignation,

With fervent contempt evermore to disdain you:

I saw you--my _anger_ became _admiration_;

And now, all my wish, all my hope's to regain you.

4.

With beauty like yours, oh, how vain the contention!

Thus lowly I sue for forgiveness before you;--

At once to conclude such a fruitless dissension,

Be false, my sweet Anne, when I cease to adore you!

January 16, 1807.

-THE END-
Lord Byron's poem: To Anne (Another poem)

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