The spell is broke, the charm is flown!
Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 10:02 pm
A poem by the great Lord Byron.
The spell is broke, the charm is flown! Thus is it with life's fitful fever: We madly smile when we should grown: Delerium is our best deceiver. Each lucid interval of thought Recalls the woes of Nature's charter; And he that acts as wise men ought, But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.
Just posted this as I love Byrons works and the number of posts was sitting at 13, unlucky for some...