Lord Byron




The Wild Gazelle

The wild gazelle on Judah’s hills	
    Exulting yet may bound,	
And drink from all the living rills	
    That gush on holy ground;	
Its airy step and glorious eye	      
May glance in tameless transport by—	
 
A step as fleet, an eye more bright,	
    Hath Judah witness’d there;	
And o’er her scenes of lost delight	
    Inhabitants more fair.	      
The cedars wave on Lebanon,	
But Judah’s statelier maids are gone!	
 
More blest each palm that shades those plains	
    Than Israel’s scatter’d race;	
For, taking root, it there remains	       
    In solitary grace:	
It cannot quit its place of birth,	
It will not live in other earth.	
 
But we must wander witheringly	
    In other lands to die;	       
And where our fathers’ ashes be,	
    Our own may never lie:	
Our temple hath not left a stone,	
And Mockery sits on Salem’s throne.