Page:Landon in Literary Gazette 1822.pdf/29



- - They met no more, but still that glorious shape Haunted her visions; life to her was changed; Gaiety, hope, and happiness, were all Centered in one deep thought. The time had been, When never smile was sunnier than her's, No step more buoyant, and no song more glad: All, all was changed; she fled to solitude, And poured her wild complainings to the groves, And Echo answered—Echo, that, like her, Had pined with ill-starred love! Oh never, never Had love a temple like a woman's heart! She will serve so devotedly, will give Youth, beauty, health, in sacrifice; will be So very faithful!—without hope to cheer, Or tenderness to soothe, her love yet will Continue unto death. dwelt On that once cherished memory; she would gaze For hours upon the sky, and watch the sun; And when the pale light faded from the west, Would weep till morning. Is it not just thus In that fine semblance, where the painter's touch Has bodied forth her beauty and her sorrow That she is pictured with a sad soft smile, Turned to the azure home of her heart's god? A fresh green landscape round, just like those groves, The Grecian groves, where she was wont to roam. - - - Look, dear, upon that flower—'tis hallowed By the remembrance of unhappy love, 'Tis sacred to the slighted ; Look, how it turns its bosom to the sun. And when dark clouds have shadowed it, or night Is on the sky, mark how it folds its leaves, And droops its head, and weeps sweet tears of dew, The constant Sun-flower. L. E. L.