A Backward Glance
May Clarissa
Gillington (Byron)
Gillington, May Clarissa (Byron)
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In the public domain
Poem signed M. C. Gillington
(SP). Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Gillington was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/370) (AC).
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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Were all the ways wherein you went,
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A Backward Glanc
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Were all the ways wherein you went,
In plenitude of calm content,
Of old,
Without my presence, lone or cold ?
Were all the flowers that, year by year,
You watched, and kissed, and held so dear,
Less sweet,
Before God willed we two should meet ?
Was every song and sweet refrain,
Whereof your lips are now so fain,
Unsung,
Or meaningless, without Love’s tongue ?
For now, in looking backward, I
Discern no light nor melody,
Nor find
Any dear memory soul-enshrined ;
Nor can I see aught blest or bright,
Aught of loveworthy, aught of right
Or true,
Until the day that brought me you.
M. C. Gillington
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