She looketh on the glittering scene
  With an unquiet eye;
The shadow of the wakening heart
  Is passing darkly by.
The heart that is a woman’s world,
  Her temple and her home,
Which coloureth with itself her cares,
  Whence all her joys must come.

All generous feelings nursed the love
  That out of pity came;
Womanly kindness, suffering truth,
  Might sanctify its claim.
But better had she shared the doom,
  She bade from him depart;
Death has no bitterness like life,
  Life with a wasted heart.

Proud—beautiful—she boweth down
  Beneath one deep despair;
Youth lingers lovely on her cheek,
  It only lingers there.
She will command herself, and bear
  The doom by Fate assigned;
In natures high as her's, the heart
  Is mastered by the mind.

But not the less ’tis desolate,
  All lofty thoughts and dreams;
The poetry, with whose deep life
  All stronger feeling teems.
These aggravate the ill, and give
  A misery of their own;
The gifted spirit suffers much,
  To common ones unknown.

Why did she love? Alas, such choice
  Is not at woman’s will;
Once must she love, and on that cast
  Is set life’s good or ill.
Sorrows, and timid cares, and tears,
  The happiest entertain;
But this world has no other hope,
  For her who loves in vain.
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Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon was an English poet. Born 14th August 1802 at 25 Hans Place, Chelsea, she lived through the most productive period of her life nearby, at No.22. A precocious child with a natural gift for poetry, she was driven by the financial needs of her family to become a professional writer and thus a target for malicious gossip (although her three children by William Jerdan were successfully hidden from the public). In 1838, she married George Maclean, governor of Cape Coast Castle on the Gold Coast, whence she travelled, only to die a few months later (15th October) of a fatal heart condition. Behind her post-Romantic style of sentimentality lie preoccupations with art, decay and loss that give her poetry its characteristic intensity and in this vein she attempted to reinterpret some of the great male texts from a woman’s perspective. Her originality rapidly led to her being one of the most read authors of her day and her influence, commencing with Tennyson in England and Poe in America, was long-lasting. However, Victorian attitudes led to her poetry being misrepresented and she became excluded from the canon of English literature, where she belongs. more…

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