Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ As life had nothing left to show
More than that fairy form below.
Could those too happy moments stay
When Love is in his early day,
Life were a poet’s fancy, made
For dreaming in the green wood shade. ”

“ Have yet another tomb, the heart’s enshrining;
There are the inward tears perpetual shed,
Grief with all other memories entwining.
Weep for the mourner—not for her who knows
Life’s latest—aye, and also sweetest slumber;
Peace is around it—only weep for those
Whom mortal cares and mortal anguish cumber.
It is a desperate grief—an utter gloom—
To which all after life brings no removing,
To know that deep within the unpitying tomb
Lies all the heart had in this world for loving. ”