GULNARE'S GALUNG MARRIAGE BOND

By Byron, Oh ! hard it is his fondness to sustain, And struggle not to feel averse in vain,

But harder still the heart's recoil to bear

And hide from him perhaps another there ;

He takes the hand I give not, nor withhold,

Its pulse not checked, nor quickened, calmly cold,

And when resigned it drops, a life-long weight,

From one I never loved enough to hate,

No warmth these lips retain, by his impressed.

And chilled remembrance shudders o'er the rest.