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.