Free, thou sayest,-dream'st thou how?
Loathing wouldst thou shun dismay'd
Freedom by such ransom paid.
-Girl, for thee I'll lay aside
Veil of smiles and mask of pride;
Shrowds that only ask of Fate
Not to seem so desolate.
-I am young,-but Age's snow
Hides not colder depths below ... (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

Free, thou sayest,-dream'st thou how? Loathing wouldst thou shun dismay'd Freedom by such ransom paid. -Girl, for thee I'll lay aside Veil of smiles and mask of pride; Shrowds that only ask of Fate Not to seem so desolate. -I am young,-but Age's snow Hides not colder depths below ...

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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