Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Addressed to —

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 cherish'd cell.
Thus, tho' my heart by fancy led,
    ⁠A wanderer for awhile may be;
Yet, soon returning whence it fled,
⁠    Comes but more fondly back to thee. 

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. Lines on ——

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