*(A sonnet composed as if George Gordon, Lord Byron had never known love's tumultuous peaks and valleys and instead had lived and died as a bachelor English aristocrat and poet.).
I longed for a love pure as driven snow and fresh as spring 'ere Youth's brief joys succumb; but a love never transpired; and, although denied, I carried on to life's autumn. A maid, princess, or queen have I never loved or with an ardent nymph passion-proved lust's all-consuming fire; deprived forever, I disavowed former hopes for a beloved. So, thenceforth unblemished and innocent, without sin and virtuous from west to east, I surrendered my youth's prurient bent and forswore my lusts to dwell as a priest. Now old and bootless, I ne'er knew desire; or pierced the flower of a maid on fire.
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