Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ Morning, bright morning, thou art on the wave,
Where sweep the proud gallies, whose freight is the brave
The red flag is streaming—a meteor of war;
Woe to the eyes that watch for it afar!
Young warrior, the sabre is bright in thy hand,—
Why does thy dark eye yet linger on land?
The heart of the warrior should be, like his shield,
As firm in its temper, unknowing to yield. ”

“ Even fearful the strife of the sky and the sea—
The time of their battle; but what must it be,
When we know that our heart has its all on the wave,
And yet look on the main as we look on the grave. ”

“ To trust to nothing here;
That the heart should be cast in stone,
To suit so cold a sphere.
It is not for a thought of love,
I bid thee think of me;
The stars may leave their homes above,
Ere that again may be! ”