Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ I know the charm of change too well
Not to bow down to such a spell.
Love's vows are writ upon the wave,
And are unto themselves a grave.
They call Love ever young; but he
Is as old age in memory. ”

“ Trust themselves to their delight;
Confidence, whose sweet repose
Weaves a pillow of the rose;—
Peace like that on ocean's breast,
When the halcyon builds her nest;—
Faith like that the martyrs feel
In their high and holy zeal.
Then the pleasures thou wouldst know
To immortal ones would grow. ”

“ Silent and dark as the source of yon river,
Whose birth-place we know not, and seek not to know,
Though wild as the flight of the shaft from yon quiver,
Is the course of its waves as in music they flow. ”