Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Walter Savage Landor. 1775–1864568. Of Clementina
| IN Clementina’s artless mien | |
| Lucilla asks me what I see, | |
| And are the roses of sixteen | |
| Enough for me? | |
| Lucilla asks, if that be all, | 5 |
| Have I not cull’d as sweet before: | |
| Ah yes, Lucilla! and their fall | |
| I still deplore. | |
| I now behold another scene, | |
| Where Pleasure beams with Heaven’s own light, | 10 |
| More pure, more constant, more serene, | |
| And not less bright. | |
| Faith, on whose breast the Loves repose, | |
| Whose chain of flowers no force can sever, | |
| And Modesty who, when she goes, | 15 |
| Is gone for ever. |