To E. F., by Walter Savage Landor

To E. F.

No doubt thy little bosom beats
When sounds a wedding bell,
No doubt it pants to taste the sweets
That song and stories tell.   Awhile in shade content to lie,
Prolong life's morning dream,
While others rise at the first fly
That glitters on the stream.

poems.one - Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor