Imitated from Catullus. To Ellen

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Title:     Imitated from Catullus. To Ellen
Author: Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,

A million scarce would quench desire;

Still would I steep my lips in bliss,

And dwell an age on every kiss;

Nor then my soul should sated be,

Still would I kiss and cling to thee:

Nought should my kiss from thine dissever,

Still would we kiss and kiss for ever;

E'en though the numbers did exceed

The yellow harvest's countless seed;

To part would be a vain endeavour:

Could I desist?--ah! never--never.

November 16, 1806.

-THE END-
Lord Byron's poem: Imitated from Catullus. To Ellen

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