Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ And for her sadness,—'twas not that which springs
From evil fortune, sorrow, or disgust,
But that which ever waits upon deep thought.
Her dark hair was just parted on her brow,
Careless, yet graceful, for it suited well
A face which seemed not made for vanity;
And eloquent words were passing; and at times
Her eyes were raised and lighted up; they struck
Upon her spirit's own fine chords; at last
She spoke—her voice was low and tremulous—
With that beseechingness of tone and air
Which is a woman's own peculiar charm. ”