Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ Of olden love or grief linked with their bloom,
Seem beautiful beyond all other ones.
The marble pillars are laid in the dust,
The golden shrine and its perfume are gone;
But there are natural temples still for those
Beautiful though dethroned Deities,
Where from green altars flowers send up their incense:
This fount is one of them. ”

“ A small clear fountain, with green willow trees [1]
Girdling it round, there is one single spot
Where you may sit and rest, its only bank; ”

“ But these days
Of visible poetry have long been past!—
No fear that the young hunter may profane
The haunt of some immortal; ”