1827 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

R. W., "To L. E. L. The Improvatrice" Morning Post (11 January 1825).



Could I but sing as thou hast sung,
Or wake that golden lyre,
Which thy young genius sweetly strung,
To swell Love's Seraph choir;
Then would I breathe thy gentle name,
In numbers so like thine,
That while I gave thy verse to Fame,
Thine own would grow divine.
But who could ever yet like thee,
Throw magic o'er the soul?
Since sorrow e'en was extacy,
If thou prepar'd the bowl.
And what was passion? Oh 'twas bliss!
Of some pure upper sphere
That made a very heav'n of this,
Whene'er thou brought it here.
Creature of light! born of the skies,
Still linger on thy way;
And let us dream of Paradise
In listening to thy lay.