The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Last Words on Greece

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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.

[First published, Murray's Magazine, February, 1887, vol. i. p. 146.]