Landon in The Literary Gazette 1835/The Sea of Love
The Sea of Love—Herder.
Whither would ye draw me, fair and faithless eyes,—
Soft as is the azure within the summer skies:
The storms of jealous anger upon my head will beat—
The fickle waves forsaking, will yield beneath my feet.
And yet they lead me onwards, while in their swimming light
I think not of my dangers when day declines in night.
Oh, false and lovely beacons! too soon they'll set, and shew
What dark and dreary caverns their sunshine hides below.
L. E. L.