Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Landon in Literary Souvenir 1825
(1825)
“ She wept, she watched, she prayed with him;—how deep Is woman's memory of her first love-dream, Though truth has chilled its sweet illusiveness! Yet like the Indian, though severer light Hath broken in upon his radiant faith And shown its falsehood, still his spirit clings With lingering homage to his early worship. ”
