I was the oldest of three
and to uphold and cheer the rest
i ought to do and did my best
and each did well in his degree
The youngest ,whom my father loved
becuase of our mothers brow was given to him
with eyes as blue as heaven
for him my soul was sorely moved
and truely might be distress;d
to see such a bird in such a nest
for he was beautiful as day
when day was beautiful to me as to young eagles being free
a polar day ,which will not see a sunset till its summers gone
its sleepless summer of long light
the snowclad offspring of the sun
and thus he was pure and bright
and his natural spirit gay
with tears for nought but others ills
and then they flowed like mountain rills
unless he could assuage the woe
which he abhorrd to view below
lord byron
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