Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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. The Missionary’s Wife
2. Sonnet (Green willow! over whom the perilous blast)
3. The Reply of the Fountain
4. Fragment (Is not this grove)
5. Amelioration and the Future, Man's Noble Tasks

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