“The shade fell darker from the clustering vine,
Whose green boughs twined the lattice like a wreath;
The lark had ceased the musical glad laugh
With which he hails the morning; note by note
The matin song had died upon the wind;
The dew which hung upon the cypresses
Had turned to sunshine on the waving leaves;”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(14th February 1829) Lines on Newton’s Picture of the Disconsolate
The London Literary Gazette, 1829

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