I SEND THE LILIES GIVEN Tf ME, 
BY BYRON. 
I send the lilies given to me , 
Though, long before thy hand they touch, 
I know that they must wither’d be ; 
But yet reject them not as such : 
For I have cherish’d them as dear, 
Because they yet may meet thine eye, 
And guide thy soul to mine even here, 
When thou behold’st them drooping nigh. 
And know’st them gather’d by the Rhine, 
And offer’d from my heart to thine! 
The river nobly foams and flows, 
The charm of this enchanted ground. 
And all its thousand turns disclose 
Some fresher beauty varying round; 
