There be none of Beauty's daughters
Lord Byron
1788 to 1824
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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When, as if its sound were causing
With a magic like thee;
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And like music on the waters
To listen and adore thee;
Is thy sweet voice to me:
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
The charmed ocean's pausing,
As an infant's asleep:
There be none of Beauty's daughters
Whose breast is gently heaving,
So the spirit bows before thee,