Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ And for many false hearts, a true one in thee.
And I am happy. Oh! love should live
But for the sweet life itself can give.
Where are gems like the lily, wet
With tears it has kiss'd from the violet?
Where is the lamp in a lady's bower,
Like the first pale star of the twilight hour?
What hand ever waked from the lute a tone
Like the nightingale's voice, when she sings alone? ”