1'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
2 Since others it hath ceased to move:
3Yet though I cannot be beloved,
4 Still let me love!
5 My days are in the yellow leaf;
6 The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
7The worm—the canker, and the grief
8 Are mine alone!
9 The fire that on my bosom preys
10 Is lone as some Volcanic Isle;
11No torch is kindled at its blaze
12 A funeral pile.
13 The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
14 The exalted portion of the pain
15And power of Love I cannot share,
16 But wear the chain.
17 But 'tis not thus—and 'tis not here
18 Such thoughts should shake my Soul, nor now,
19Where Glory decks the hero's bier,
20 Or binds his brow.
21 The Sword, the Banner, and the Field,
22 Glory and Greece around us see!
23The Spartan borne upon his shield
24 Was not more free.
25 Awake (not Greece—she is awake!)
26 Awake, my Spirit! Think through whom
27Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake
28 And then strike home!
29 Tread those reviving passions down
30 Unworthy Manhood—unto thee
31Indifferent should the smile or frown
32 Of beauty be.
33 If thou regret'st thy Youth, why live?
34 The land of honourable Death
35Is here:—up to the Field, and give
36 Away thy breath!
37 Seek out—less often sought than found—
38 A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
39Then look around, and choose thy Ground,
40 And take thy rest.
1'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
2 Since others it hath ceased to move:
3Yet though I cannot be beloved,
4 Still let me love!
5 My days are in the yellow leaf;
6 The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
7The worm—the canker, and the grief
8 Are mine alone!
9 The fire that on my bosom preys
10 Is lone as some Volcanic Isle;
11No torch is kindled at its blaze
12 A funeral pile.
13 The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
14 The exalted portion of the pain
15And power of Love I cannot share,
16 But wear the chain.
17 But 'tis not thus—and 'tis not here
18 Such thoughts should shake my Soul, nor now,
19Where Glory decks the hero's bier,
20 Or binds his brow.
21 The Sword, the Banner, and the Field,
22 Glory and Greece around us see!
23The Spartan borne upon his shield
24 Was not more free.
25 Awake (not Greece—she is awake!)
26 Awake, my Spirit! Think through whom
27Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake
28 And then strike home!
29 Tread those reviving passions down
30 Unworthy Manhood—unto thee
31Indifferent should the smile or frown
32 Of beauty be.
33 If thou regret'st thy Youth, why live?
34 The land of honourable Death
35Is here:—up to the Field, and give
36 Away thy breath!
37 Seek out—less often sought than found—
38 A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
39Then look around, and choose thy Ground,
40 And take thy rest.
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm—the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some Volcanic Isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze
A funeral pile.
The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of Love I cannot share,
But wear the chain.
But 'tis not
thus
—and 'tis not
here
Such thoughts should shake my Soul, nor
now
,
Where Glory decks the hero's bier,
Or binds his brow.
The Sword, the Banner, and the Field,
Glory and Greece around us see!
The Spartan borne upon his shield
Was not more free.
Awake (not Greece—she is awake!)
Awake, my Spirit! Think through
whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake
And then strike home!
Tread those reviving passions down
Unworthy Manhood—unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.
If thou regret'st thy Youth,
why live
?
The land of honourable Death
Is here:—up to the Field, and give
Away thy breath!
Seek out—less often sought than found—
A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy Ground,
And take thy rest.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
More of Byron's Poetry — Byron's Poetry Foundation page, including a biography and links to more of his poems.
Portraits of Byron — Some of the many portraits of Lord Byron, in which he poses as the quintessential Romantic hero: brooding, melancholy, and passionate.
A Reading of the Poem — Hear "On this day I complete my thirty-sixth year" performed aloud.
A Short Introduction to Byron — An overview of Byron's life and works by the scholar Germaine Greer.
The Poem in Manuscript Form — See the poem in Byron's own handwriting.