Love
To E---
From Hours of Idleness
Love
Let Folly smile, to view the names
Of thee and me, in Friendship twin'd;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
To love, than rank with vice combin'd.
And though unequal is thy fate,
Since title deck'd my higher birth;
Yet envy not this gaudy state,
Thine is the pride of modest worth.
Our souls at least congenial meet,
Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace;
Our intercourse is not less sweet,
Since worth of rank supplies the place.
✦ ✦ ✦
Codex Note
November, 1802.
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MLA
Byron, George Gordon, Lord. “To E---.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/byron/4/.
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Byron, George Gordon, Lord. “To E---.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/byron/4/.
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