To a Lady Weeping
by Lord Byron
To a Lady weeping.
Weep, daughter of a royal line,
A Sire’s disgrace, a realm’s decay;
Ah, happy! if each tear of thine
Could wash a father’s fault away!
Weep—for thy tears are Virtue’s tears—
Auspicious to these suffering isles;
And be each drop in future years
Repaid thee by thy people’s smiles!
March, 1812.
