Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ The East shall send its spice and gold,
The West, its labour and its skill,
To raise for thee a fairy hold,
To win thy smile, and work thy will.
There never shall the winter lower,
But summer soften into spring ”

“ The acanthus twines above them,
The wild flowers know their place;
And we only feel we love them
For their beauty and their grace.
We think not of their splendour,—
They are lovelier in decline ”

“ The fever and the foe—
The brighter that the sun-beams fall,
The deeper shade they throw.
But that fair ship has 'scaped them all,
The battle and the wreck;
The fever has not touched a man
Upon her crowded deck. ”