I’ve just started reading the Letters of Lord Byron, newly reprinted by Michael Walmer from the 1933 edition selected by R G Howarth. Mike was kind enough to send me a copy for review & I’m looking forward to both reading the letters & the poetry. I’ve always loved Byron’s poetry, especially the shorter lyrics so I thought I’d feature them this month in the Sunday Poetry post.
This poem is well suited to a summer Sunday in Melbourne, although I can’t hear the ocean from where I live. It’s a lovely image though.
There be none of Beauty’s daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull’d winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep,
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of summer’s ocean.