To Lady Noel Byron
Men sought, ambition's thirst to slake, The lost elixir old Whose magic touch should instant make The meaner metals gold. A nobler alchymy is thine Which love from pain doth press: Gold in thy hand becomes divine, Grows truth and tenderness.
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