[Lady Caroline Lamb 'called one morning at her quondam lover's apartments. His lordship was from home; but finding Vathek on the table, the lady wrote in the first page of the volume the words, "Remember me me!" Byron immediately wrote under the ominous warning these two stanzas.' - MEDWIN, Conversations of Lord Byron, 1824, pp. 329, 330.]

REMEMBER thee! remember thee!

Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and Shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream!

Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.
Thy husband too shall think of thee:
By neither shalt thou be forgot,
Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!

ΤΟ ΤΙΜΕ

TIME! on whose arbitrary wing
The varying hours must flag or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,
But drag or drive us on to die -

Hail thou! who on my birth bestow'd
Those boons to all that know thee known;
Yet better I sustain thy load,

For now I bear the weight alone.

And just expected such a freak. peace we met, in peace we parted, In peace we vow'd to meet again, And though find thee fickle-hearted pang of mine shall make thee vain.

No

One gone

't was time to seek a second; In sooth 't were hard to blame thy haste. And whatsoe'er thy love be reckon❜d,

II

At least thou hast improved in taste: Though one was young, the next was younger, His love was new, mine too well known And what might make the charm still stronger,

The youth was present, I was flown.

Seven days and nights of single sorrow!
Too much for human constancy!
A fortnight past, why then to-morrow
His turn is come to follow me:
And if each week you change a lover,
And so have acted heretofore,
Before a year or two is over

We'll form a very pretty corps.

Adieu, fair thing! without upbraiding I fain would take a decent leave; Thy beauty still survives unfading, And undeceived may long deceive. With him unto thy bosom dearer

Enjoy the moments as they flee;

I only wish his love sincerer

Than thy young heart has been to me.

1812.

TO THE HON. MRS. GEORGE LAMB

THE sacred song that on mine ear

Yet vibrates from that voice of thine, I heard, before, from one so dear — 'Tis strange it still appears divine.

But, oh! so sweet that look and tone
To her and thee alike is given;

It seem'd as if for me alone

That both had been recall'd from Heaven

And though I never can redeem

The vision thus endear'd to me; I scarcely can regret my dream, When realised again by thee. 1812. [First published, 1898.]

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