Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Landon in The New Monthly 1839
(1839)
“ While red and fitful gleams come from the binacle, The only light on board to guide us—where? My friends, my absent friends! Far from my native land, and far from you. On one side of the ship, the moonbeams shimmer Inluminous vibrations sweeps the sea, But where the shadow falls, a strange pale glimmer Seems, glow-worm like, amid the waves to be. All that the spirit keeps of thought and feeling, Takes visionary hues from such an hour ”
