Love
From Leaves Unopen'd Yet, Those Eyes She Lifts
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
From leaves unopen'd yet, those eyes she lifts,
Which never youthful eyes could safely view.
"A book or flower, such are the only gifts
I like to take, nor like them least from you."
A voice so sweet it needs no music's aid
Spake it, and ceast: we, offering both, reply:
These tell the dull old tale that bloom must fade,
This the bright truth that genius can not die.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “From Leaves Unopen'd Yet, Those Eyes She Lifts.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/416/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “From Leaves Unopen'd Yet, Those Eyes She Lifts.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/416/.
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