Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Song 3

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

For works with similar titles, see Song (Letitia Elizabeth Landon).

Literary Gazette, 28th June 1823, Page 411

ORIGINAL POETRY.
SONG.

When last we parted, we stood beneath
    The shade of the sycamore,
Which hung like a guardian over the rose
    That grew by the cottage door.

There were two or three flowers of wildest bloom
    Amid thy beautiful hair,
And thy sigh and thy blush were as sweet as those
    Of thy sister, the rosebud there.

I have been like that bird of the eastern tale
    Which has not a rest in the sky;
But the thought of that blush came in peace to my heart,
    Like a pledge for the truth of that sigh.

I had since looked on many a sunlit cheek,
    And on many a brow of pearl;
But I never saw brow or cheek like those
    Of my own fair Peasant Girl.

At length we met,—thou wert robed like a queen,
    And more fair, if more fair thou couldst be:
There were many that said thou wert loveliest;
    But thou didst not seem so to me.

Thou hadst still the charm of thy rainbow smile,
    The spell of thy starry eye;
But the trust and the hope of thy wanderer's breast
    Are gone with thy blush and thy sigh.—L. E. L.