Letitia Elizabeth Landon

HY doth the maiden turn away From voice so sweet, and words so dear
Why doth the maiden turn
When love and flattery woo her ear
And rarely that enchanted

AY, surely it is here that Love should come,
And find, (if he may find on earth), a home;
Here cast off all the sorrow and the
That cling like shadows to his very name

HE was just risen from her bended knee,
But yet peace seem'd not with her piety;
For there was paleness upon her young cheek,
And thoughts upon the lips which never speak,

HE left the festival, for it seem'd
Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him,
And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then turn'd away),
Upon a mirror that before her lay,

ND the summer sun shone in the sky,
And the rose's whole life was in its sigh,
When her eyelids were kiss'd by a morning beam,
And the Nymph rose up from her moonlit dream;

I
SH for the days of the olden time,
When the hours were told by the abbey chime,
When the glorious stars looked down through the midnigh dim,

NG years have past since last I stood Alone amid this mountain scene,
Unlike the future which I dreamed,
How like my future it has been
A cold grey sky o'erhung with clouds,

ST
RY
MY home and haunt are in every leaf,
Whose life is a summer day, bright and brief,--I live in the depths of the tulip's bower,

ND the night was dark and calm,
There was not a breath of air,
The leaves of the grove were still,
As the presence of death were there;

AY, screen thy favourite dove, fair child,
Ay, screen it if you may,--Yet I misdoubt thy trembling
Will scare the hawk away
That dove will die, that child will weep,--Is this their destinie

ER more, when the day is o'er,
Will the lonely vespers sound;
No bells are ringing—no monks are singing,
When the moonlight falls around

TH
thou art a lovely time,
With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,