Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Medallion Conclusion

Literary Gazette, 1st March 1823, Page 139


All, all forgotten! Oh, false Love!
    I had not deemed that this could be,
That heart and lute, so truly thine,
    Could both be broken, and by thee.

I did not dream, when I have loved
    To dwell on Sorrow's saddest tone,
That its reality would soon
    Be but the echo of mine own.

Farewell! I give thee back each vow,
    Vows are but vain when love is dead;
What boot the trammels, when the bird
    They should have kept so safe, is fled?

But go! be happy and be free,
    My heart is far too warm for thine;
Go! and 'mid Pleasure's lights and smiles,
    Heed not what tears and clouds are mine.

But I,—oh, how can I forget
    What has been more than life to me!
Oh wherefore, wherefore was I taught
    So much of passion's misery!

Thy name is breathed on every song—
    How can I bid those songs depart?
The thoughts I've treasur'd up of thee
    Are more than life-blood to my heart.

But I may yet learn to forget;
    I am too proud for passion's chain;
I yet may learn to wake my lute—
    But never at Love's call again.

I will be proud for you to hear
    Of glory brightening on my name;
Oh vain, oh worse than vanity!
    Love, love is all a woman's fame.

Then deepest silence to the chords
    Which only wakened for thy sake;
When love has left both heart and harp,
    Ah what can either do but break!—L. E. L.