Pure as the snow the summer sun
Never at noon hath look'd upon, -
Deep, as is the diamond wave,
Hidden in the desart cave, -
Changeless, as the greenest leaves
Of the wreath the cypress weaves, -
Hopeless, often, when most fond,
Without hope or fear beyond
Its own pale fidelity, -
And this woman's love can be! (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

Pure as the snow the summer sun Never at noon hath look'd upon, - Deep, as is the diamond wave, Hidden in the desart cave, - Changeless, as the greenest leaves Of the wreath the cypress weaves, - Hopeless, often, when most fond, Without hope or fear beyond Its own pale fidelity, - And this woman's love can be!

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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