Page:Landon in Literary Gazette 1824.pdf/76



75 Literary Gazette, 4th September, 1824, Pages 572

Oh! no, no, this love is not love for me; This life and death love is too grave: Be mine like the flight of yon sea bird, whose wings Just skim, but sink not in, the wave.

If but for one moment a chain I could bear, It must be as light as the day; Oh! form it of opals, which change with the sky, A fresh colour for every ray. L. E. L.