“Blush'd the first blush of coming day,
Faded the fairy band away.
They pass'd and only left behind
A lingering fragrance on the wind,
And on the lake, their haunted home,
One long white wreath of silver foam.”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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The Golden Violet (1827)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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