Last Lines of Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alas! for the green valley!And listless slumber.And such a nameless grave.And this is Love!But no proud ship was there!Echoes in the lime valleys of Castile!Farewell, love! we meet no more.For thou art not beloved.For without Hope it dies.Her heavy lot to bear.I feared it was love's historyIt blossometh o'er all.Its influence on me.Long after life has fled.My childhood at my heart.My heart is broken -- not estranged!My heart is its own grave!My Ulric, welcome home!O God! in the boundless sea!O, mighty master of the past!Of that which once was mine!Pour on my bounding grave.Reads what will be his own.She knelt -- and gazed -- and saw her mother -- dead!That faith and trust were made for the brave.The bending and deep-blue violet!The convict has found in the green sea a grave.The father had prayed o'er his only son!The heart thy fuel -- and the grave thy shrine.Then should ladies listen!There is a curse on thee!They mock our souls to-night.This oak has no companion!To even faded bloom!'Twas never seen again!We answer with our own.Well may bend to thee, O Love!You have forgotten me.