LB-Lara 01-25
CANTO THE FIRST.

XXV.

And Lara call'd his page, and went his way -
Well could that stripling word or sign obey:
His only follower from those climes afar
Where the soul glows beneath a brighter star;
For Lara left the shore from whence he sprung,
In duty patient, and sedate though young;
Silent as him he served, his fate appears
Above his station, and beyond his years.
Though not unknown the tongue of Lara's land,
In such from him he rarely heard command;
But fleet his step, and clear his tones would come,
When Lara's lip breathed forth the words of home:
Those accents, as his native mountains dear,
Awake their absent echoes in his ear,
Friends', kindreds', parents', wonted voice recall,
Now lost, abjured, for one - his friend, his all:
For him earth now disclosed no other guide;
What marvel then he rarely left his side?

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong