Ill-fated Heart! And can it be,
That thou should’st thus be rent in vain?
Have years of care for thine and thee
Alike been all employ’d in vain?
Yet precious seems each shatter’d part
And every fragment dearer grown
Since he who wears thee feels thou art
A fitter emblem of his own.
March 16, 1812
Other works by Lord Byron...
To a Lady Who Presented to the Author a Lock of Hair Braided With His Own, and Appointed a Night in December to Meet Him in the Garden
These locks, which fondly thus ent
In firmer chains our hearts confin
Than all th’ unmeaning protestatio
Which swell with nonsense, love or
Our love is fix’d, I think we’ve