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Walter Savage Landor

Of Clementina

IN Clementina's artless mien
    Lucilla asks me what I see,
And are the roses of sixteen
                        Enough for me?

Lucilla asks, if that be all,
    Have I not cull'd as sweet before:
Ah yes, Lucilla! and their fall
                        I still deplore.

I now behold another scene,
    Where Pleasure beams with Heaven's own light,
More pure, more constant, more serene,
                        And not less bright.

Faith, on whose breast the Loves repose,
    Whose chain of flowers no force can sever,
And Modesty who, when she goes,
                        Is gone for ever.

 
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Walter Savage Landor
 
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