“In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.”

—  George Gordon Byron

Stanzas to Augusta (1816), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788–1824

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