In Clementina’s artless mien <br />Lucilla asks me what I see, <br />And are the roses of sixteen <br />Enough for me? <br /> <br />Lucilla asks, if that be all, <br />Have I not cull’d as sweet before: <br />Ah yes, Lucilla! and their fall <br />I still deplore. <br /> <br />I now behold another scene, <br />Where Pleasure beams with Heaven’s own light, <br />More pure, more constant, more serene, <br />And not less bright. <br /> <br />Faith, on whose breast the Loves repose, <br />Whose chain of flowers no force can sever, <br />And Modesty who, when she goes, <br />Is gone for ever.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-clementina/
