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Letitia Elizabeth Landon - It is a charmed ring-this...

It is a charmed ring-this emerald stone
Will be a sign, when thou art from me gone.
Mark if it changes; if a spot be seen
On the now spotless ground of lighted green,
Danger is round me; haste thou then to me,
Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

It is a charmed ring-this emerald stone Will be a sign, when thou art from me gone. Mark if it changes; if a spot be seen On the now spotless ground of lighted green, Danger is round me; haste thou then to me, Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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