A summer isle, one over which the wind
Hath ever pass'd in melody,- such airs
As are born in the rose's breast, and die
Like singing on the waters. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

A summer isle, one over which the wind Hath ever pass'd in melody,- such airs As are born in the rose's breast, and die Like singing on the waters.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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