Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock! - Lord Byron

By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee.

More brave than firm,
and more disposed to dare
And die at once
than wrestle with despair...

When elements to elements conform,
And dust is as it should be, shall I not
Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm?
The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot?
Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?