Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
George ByronAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: January 22, 1788
- Died: April 19, 1824