Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Poems — Constancy.
(1824)
“ When it hath made unto itself a home And place of worship, sanctified by all Those gentle ties that are as chains of gold— Affection of long years, and faith, like wine, Made bright and pure by keeping?—Is not this The Paradise of Love?--- Aye, let us look on all around, And see how all have changed. This jasmine, with its amber shower, How its green stems have ranged! This mountain-ash, whose flower-fill'd boughs Spread like a cloud at noon— Whose shade is as a haunted place For the sweet airs of June ”
