Poems by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) Taken from The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany October 1821/Stanzas
For works with similar titles, see Stanzas (Letitia Elizabeth Landon).
STANZAS.
It came to my pillow,
A dream of the night,
A sweet voiced murmur,
A shape of the light.
Thy blue eyes roll'd on me,
Too soft for the dead;
Thy cheek bore no trace
Where the earth-worm had fed.
The red of thy lip
With smiles was still wreath'd,
The tone of thy voice
In music still breath’d.
The perfume of roses
Was still on thy breath,
And thy curl-cluster'd brow
Bore no record of death.
I saw thee again,
But thy beauty was gone;
A meteor-like flame
In thy sunken eye shone.
The soil of the clay
Was upon thy damp hair,
Thy cheek was decay’d—
The worm still crept there.
Thy brow was discolour'd,
Thy lip had no bloom,
And on thy wan face
Was the seal of the tomb.
August.L. E. L.