Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825/Conqueror
Literary Gazette, 5th November, 1825, Page 716
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.