Poem by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

The Love-Letter

  As grains of gold that in the sands
    Of Lydian waters shine,
  The welcome sign of mountain lands
    That veil the silent mine;

  Thus may the river of my thought,
    That glideth now to thee,
  Reveal the wealth as yet unwrought,
    Which Love has heap'd in me!

  So strove I to enrich the scroll
    To thy dear hands consign'd;
  I thought to leave the lavish soul
    No golden wish behind!

  Ah, fool! to think an hour could drain
    What life can scarce explore--
  Enough, if guided by the grain,
    Thy heart should seek the ore!

1. Trevylyan to Gertrude
2. On the Reperusal of Letters Written in Youth
3. The Pilgrim of the Desert
4. The Loyalty of Love
5. The First Violets

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