The clouds, and not the stars, to them The omen and the sign be given- The clouds, the vapours of our soil, Not stars, whose element is heaven. The deepening shade, the flitting light, Mark what each coming month will know- The passing joy, the constant care, Of life's sad pilgrimage below. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

The clouds, and not the stars, to them The omen and the sign be given- The clouds, the vapours of our soil, Not stars, whose element is heaven. The deepening shade, the flitting light, Mark what each coming month will know- The passing joy, the constant care, Of life's sad pilgrimage below.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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