Page:Landon in The London Literary Gazette 1820.pdf/9

 Literary Gazette, 21st October, 1820, Page 685

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The bee, when varying flowers are nigh, On many a sweet will careless dwell; Just sips their dew, and then will fly Again to its own fragrant cell:— Thus tho’ my heart, by fancy led, A wanderer for a while may be, Yet soon returning whence it fled, It comes more fondly back to thee. L.