Letitia Elizabeth Landon (Летиция Элизабет Лэндон)

Song (A mouth that is itself a rose)

A mouth that is itself a rose,
    And scatters roses too;
An eye that borrows from the sky
    Its sunshine and its blue;

A laugh, an echo from the song
    The lark at morning sings;
A voice — but that has sadder tones,
    And tells of tenderer things;

Auburn is her long dark hair
    With a golden shine:
Must I tell you more to know
    This true love of mine?

I might say she is so kind,
    Faithful, fond—but no!
My sweet maiden's hidden heart
    None but I may know.

1. Sonnet (It is not in the day of revelry)
2. Amelioration and the Future, Man's Noble Tasks
3. Ornaments
4. Lines on ——
5. Absence (Oh! never can we feel how dear)

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