| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Ianthe! You Are Call’d to Cross the Sea! | | By Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
| | | IANTHE! you are call’d to cross the sea! | |
| A path forbidden me! | |
| Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds | |
| Upon the mountain-heads, | |
| How often we have watched him laying down | 5 |
| His brow, and dropped our own | |
| Against each other’s, and how faint and short | |
| And sliding the support! | |
| What will succeed it now? Mine is unblessed, | |
| Ianthe! nor will rest | 10 |
| But on the very thought that swells with pain. | |
| O bid me hope again! | |
| O give me back what Earth, what (without you) | |
| Not Heaven itself can do, | |
| One of the golden days that we have past; | 15 |
| And let it be my last! | |
| Or else the gift would be, however sweet, | |
| Fragile and incomplete. | | | | |
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