Byron, lord of verse I prize yoru wisdom
Isles of thought you have built out of the sea
By which and of which you ‘ve made a kingdom
Of the most efficacious poetry
What po’tic stones you ‘ve carved out of the wave
To have built your boulder rhymes of the sea
I trow that the Heav’ns that give giving gave
You the sapience of mind to write and be
The sovereign bard of the mighty road
Who mounted the steeds to Rome, Greece and Spain
Foot in stirrup trotting from shore to shore
A triumph made on the watery plain
Ever since, the world has written your name
On the wave that made the oc’an of your fame