Ok, I know I did this in the Shipper War thread but I frame my whole life with poetry and song lyrics that I think represent it and well, I'm a lit nerd. Deal with it. 😛
So there's this poem by Lord Byron, he's one of my absolute favourite poets ever (second only to W.B. Yeats cuz he is clearly the shiz 😉) anyway I am convinced that Joss either based IWRY (the scene of them "pleasantly numb" and fighting sleep) on this poem or Byron had visions of greatest love story ever to be told. 😛
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Well not ALL of the lyrics 😉 I think you made one with the first four lines. 🙂
So there's this poem by Lord Byron, he's one of my absolute favourite poets ever (second only to W.B. Yeats cuz he is clearly the shiz 😉) anyway I am convinced that Joss either based IWRY (the scene of them "pleasantly numb" and fighting sleep) on this poem or Byron had visions of greatest love story ever to be told. 😛
Remind me not, Remind me not
Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours,
When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powers,
And thou and I shall cease to be.
Can I forget--canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,
How quick thy fluttering heart did move?
Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,
And lips, though silent, breathing love.
When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,
As half reproach'd yet rais'd desire,
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,
As if in kisses to expire.
And then those pensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,
Veiling the azure orbs below;
While their long lashes' darken'd gloss
Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek,
Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow.
I dreamt last night our love return'd,
And, sooth to say, that very dream
Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn'd,
For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam
In Rapture's wild reality.
Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,
Till thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless, as the mouldering stone
Which tells that we shall be no more.
By Lord Byron
Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours,
When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powers,
And thou and I shall cease to be.
Can I forget--canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,
How quick thy fluttering heart did move?
Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,
And lips, though silent, breathing love.
When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,
As half reproach'd yet rais'd desire,
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,
As if in kisses to expire.
And then those pensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,
Veiling the azure orbs below;
While their long lashes' darken'd gloss
Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek,
Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow.
I dreamt last night our love return'd,
And, sooth to say, that very dream
Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn'd,
For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam
In Rapture's wild reality.
Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,
Till thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless, as the mouldering stone
Which tells that we shall be no more.
By Lord Byron
---------- Post added at 02:26 PM ---------- Previous post was at 02:06 PM ----------
Well not ALL of the lyrics 😉 I think you made one with the first four lines. 🙂
Lyri
I made a Bangel wall with those lyrics, right?
Joan the Vampire Slayer
Nice poem, agreed. I love romantic poetry.
BibliophileAnn
Beautiful poem and I think you're right.