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Byron, Your Poetry Sings To Our Wanting Hearts
Byron, Your Poetry Sings To Our Wanting Hearts
He gave us images, the raving beauty far within
and romantic dancing words that ate up the eager page
he met the world head on and absorbs into his white skin
Ahh but, a great calamity he dies at a young age.
In dreams I see him, singing great poems all dressed to kill
His countenance, that of a handsome prince on a new lark
Yet when reading his poetry, don't you get such a thrill
Man was a poetic genius, certainly left his mark.
That of great beauty, his life's tragedy, death far too young
Verses he sang to us, such true and deep pleasures they gave
And those magical words, translated into many tongues
O' the deep truth, millions of readers read and then they rave.
Lord Byron, your words have often soothed desirous souls.
Poets honor you and take your deep accomplishments our goals.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 10th, 1971
Note: Lord Byron is one of the top three Romantic poets- Byron , Keats and Shelley. I have often mused which was the greatest poet among those three.
At different times in my life I have decided each one as the greatest. And now I favor Keats...
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Robert Lindley
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