George Gordon Byron

Here you will find the Poem By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept of poet George Gordon Byron

By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept

We sat down and wept by the waters 
 Of Babel, and thought of the day 
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, 
 Made Salem's high places his prey; 
And ye, oh her desolate daughters! 
 Were scattered all weeping away. 
 
While sadly we gazed on the river 
 Which rolled on in freedom below, 
They demanded the song; but, oh never 
 That triumph the stranger shall know! 
May this right hand be withered for ever, 
 Ere it string our high harp for the foe! 
 
On the willow that harp is suspended, 
 Oh Salem! its sound should be free; 
And the hour when thy glories were 
 ended 
 But left me that token of thee: 
And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended 
 With the voice of the spoiler by me!