ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE “ORIGIN OF LOVE. "

By George Gordon Byron

The “Origin of Love!” — Ah, why

That cruel question ask of me,

When thou mayst read in many an eye

He starts to life on seeing thee?

And shouldst thou seek his end to know:

My heart forebodes, my fears foresee,

He'll linger long in silent woe;

But live until — I cease to be.