Page:Landon in Literary Gazette 1829.pdf/7



The charmed light darkens, the rose-leaves are gone, And life, like the fountain, floats colourless on. Said I, when thy beauty's sweet vision was fled, How wouldst thou turn, pining, to days like the dead!

Oh! long ere one shadow shall darken that brow, Wilt thou weep like a mourner o'er all thou lovest now; When thy hopes, like spent arrows, fall short of their mark; Or, like meteors at midnight, make darkness more dark;

When thy feelings lie fettered like waters in frost, Or, scattered too freely, are wasted and lost: For aye cometh sorrow, when youth has past by— What saith the Arabian? Its memory's a sigh. L. E. L.