Tis to create, and in creating live        A being more intense, that we endow        With form our fancy, gaining as we give        The life we image, even as I do now.        What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou,        Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth,        Invisible but gazing, as I glow        Mix’d with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,And feeling still with thee in my crush’d feelings’ dearth.

Tis to create, and in creating live        A being more intense, that we endow        With form our fancy, gaining as we give        The life we image, even as I do now.        What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou,        Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth,        Invisible but gazing, as I glow        Mix’d with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,And feeling still with thee in my crush’d feelings’ dearth.

– George Gordon Byron –

Selected Poems

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