Nature
To the Cyclamen (II)
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Nature
Thou Cyclamen of crumpled horn
Toss not thy head aside;
Depose it where the Loves were born,
In that warm dell abide.
Whatever flowers, on mountain, field,
Or garden, may arise,
Thine only that pure odour yield
Which never can suffice.
Emblem of her I've loved so long,
Go, carry her this little song.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “To the Cyclamen (II).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/823/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “To the Cyclamen (II).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/823/.
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