“I can pass days
Stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees,
Watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,—
The breeze like music wandering o'er the boughs,—
Each tree a natural harp,— each different leaf
A different note, blent in one vast thanks-giving.”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Ancestress (Spoken by Jaromir)
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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