Stanzas To Augusta (”Though the day of my Destiny’s over”) Lord Byron

I

Though the day of my Destiny's over,
And the star of my Fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
        The faults which so many could find;
Though thy Soul with my grief was acquainted,
        It shrunk not to share it with me,
And the Love which my Spirit hath painted
        It never hath found but in Thee.

II

Then when Nature around me is smiling,
        The last smile which answers to mine,
I do not believe it beguiling,
        Because it reminds me of thine;
And when winds are at war with the ocean,
        As the breasts I believed in with me,
If their billows excite an emotion,
        It is that they bear me from Thee.

III

Though the rock of my last Hope is shivered,
        And its fragments are sunk in the wave,
Though I feel that my soul is delivered
        To Pain—it shall not be its slave.
There is many a pang to pursue me:
        They may crush, but they shall not contemn;
They may torture, but shall not subdue me;
        'Tis of Thee that I think—not of them.