Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Addressed to —

The bee, when varying flowers are nigh,
⁠    On many a sweet will careless dwell;
Just sips their dew, and then will fly
⁠    Again to its own cherish'd cell.
Thus, tho' my heart by fancy led,
    ⁠A wanderer for awhile may be;
Yet, soon returning whence it fled,
⁠    Comes but more fondly back to thee. 

1. The Nameless Grave
2. Love’s Choice
3. Lines to ——— (No, no! thou hast broken the spell that entwin'd me)
4. Ideal Likenesses. Ariadne
5. Song (I wrote my name upon the sand)

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