Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825/Conqueror

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

For works with similar titles, see The Conqueror.

Literary Gazette, 5th November, 1825, Page 716

ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE CONQUEROR.

My only Love, my early Love,
    My spirit turns to thee;
Ah, wherefore is thy memory
    All that is left for me!

I would I had thy pictured traits;—
    Shadows of what they were,
They could not be like thine, no art
    Could make them half so fair.

Yet, no, I could not bear to meet
    A smile like that of yore,
And think its dear original
    Could smile on me no more.

How often have I watched those eyes,
    Filled with their own deep light,
Their glorious beauty sad, but yet,
    As the heaven they gazed on, bright!

But I shall look on them no more;
    How could they close on me!
Oh, Death, thou art thrice powerful,
    For Love must yield to thee.

⁠Iole.