The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 4
And I lay living by his side.

III.

They chained us each to a column stone,

And we were three—yet, each alone;[16]

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We could not move a single pace,50

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We could not see each other's face,

But with that pale and livid light

That made us strangers in our sight:

And thus together—yet apart,

Fettered in hand, but joined in heart,[d]

'Twas still some solace in the dearth

Of the pure elements of earth,

To hearken to each other's speech,

And each turn comforter to each

With some new hope, or legend old,60

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Or song heroically bold;

But even these at length grew cold.


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