Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume III/Love’s Slaves

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

CHAPTER XXIX.

MIDNIGHT.

Where is the heart that has not bowed
    A slave, eternal Love, to thee?
Look on the cold, the gay, the proud,
    And is there one among them free?

And what must love be in a heart
    All passion's fiery depths concealing,
Which has in its minutest part
    More than another's whole of feeling!

Blanchard’s title is:

LOVE’S SLAVES

From The Troubadour, Canto II