Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830
(1830)
“ You may leave the far vale and the mountain behind; Like the storm o'er the south in thy flight thou may'st be; But where may'st thou fly from the memory of me? The struggle, the pleasure, the toil, and the strife, May fill up thy days with the hurry of life; But night cometh lonely o'er land and o'er sea, And in silence and shadow I still am with thee. With no rose on my cheek, with no rose in my hair, But cold as the love whose remembrance I bear, Breathing vows that are broken, and hopes that are fled, A voice breaks thy slumber—the voice of the dead. ”
