“And all o'er heaven is that clear blue
The stars so love to wander through.
They're rising from the silent deep,
Like bright eyes opening after sleep.”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Lost Pleiad
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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