I could not live a day, and know that we should meet no more!
They tempted me, my beautiful! for hunger’s power is strong,
They tempted me, my beautiful! but I have loved too long.
Who said that I had given thee up, who said that thou wert sold?
’Tis false—’tis false, my Arab steed! I fling them back their gold.
Thus, thus I leap upon thy back, and scour the distant plains,
Away! who overtakes us now shall claim thee for his pains!
—Caroline Norton.