Last Words On Greece

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Title:     Last Words On Greece
Author: Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

WHAT are to me those honours or renown
Past or to come, a new-born people's cry?
Albeit for such I could despise a crown
Of aught save laurel, or for such could die.
I am a fool of passion, and a frown
Of thine to me is as an adder's eye.
To the poor bird whose pinion fluttering down
Wafts unto death the breast it bore so high;
Such is this maddening fascination grown,
So strong thy magic or so weak am I.

[The end]
Lord Byron's poem: Last Words On Greece

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