And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. - Lord Byron

Some have accused me of a strange design
Against the creed and morals of this land,
And trace it in this poem every line:
I don't pretend that I quite understand
My meaning when I would be very fine;
But the fact is that I have nothing planned...

With nothing left to love — there’s naught to dread.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge
How little we know that which we are!
How less we may be!