Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme.
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme.
Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
