Lord Byron - The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 1 (Imitated From Catullus) lyrics

Imitated From Catullus[1] TO ELLEN. [i] Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed [ii] The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist?—ah! never—never. November 16, 1806. [Footnote 1: From a note in Byron's copy of Catullus (now in the possession of Mr. Murray), it is evident that these lines are based on Carm. xlviii., 'Mellitos oculos tuos, Juventi'.] [Footnote i: 'To Anna'. [4to] ] [Footnote ii: 'E'en though the number'. [4to. 'Three first Editions'.]]