Letitia Elizabeth Landon The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal

Letitia Elizabeth Landon CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN Published in The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 47.3 (1836), 20-21; and Life and Literary Remains (1841) 1 Years , years have pass'd away, 2 Since to yonder fated bay 3 Did the Hero come. 4 Years, years, have pass'd the while 5 Since he left the lovely isle 6 For his Grecian home. 7 He is with the dead---but She 8 Weepeth on eternally 9 In the lone and lovely island 10 Mid the far off southern seas. 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

Downwards floateth her bright hair, Fair---how exquisitely fair! But it is unbound. Never since that parting hour Golden band or rosy flower In it has been wound? There it droopeth sadly bright, In the morning's sunny light, On the lone and lovely island In the far off southern seas.

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Like a marble statue placed, Looking o'er the watery waste, With its white fixed gaze; There the Goddess sits, her eye Raised to the unpitying sky: So uncounted days Has she asked of yonder main, Him it will not bring again To the lone and lovely island In the far off southern seas.

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To that stately brow is given, Loveliness that sprung from heaven--Is, like heaven, bright: Never there may time prevail, But her perfect face is pale; And a troubled light Tells of one who may not die, Vex'd with immortality In the lone and lovely island Mid the far off southern seas.

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Desolate beside that strand, Bow'd upon her cold, white hand, Is her radiant head; Silently she sitteth there, While her large eyes on the air Traced the much-loved dead: Eyes that know not tears nor sleep, Would she not be glad to weep, In the lone and lovely island

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Mid the far off southern seas.

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Far behind the fragrant pile, Sends its odours through the isle; And the winds that stir In the poplars are imbued With the cedar's precious wood, With incense and with myrrh, Till the azure waves beneath Bear away the scented breath Of the lone and lovely island In the far off southern seas.

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But no more does that perfume Hang around the purple loom Where Calypso wove Threads of gold with curious skill, Singing at her own sweet will Ancient songs of love; Weary on the sea-wash'd shore, She will sing those songs no more In the lone and lovely island Mid the far off southern seas.

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From the large green leaves escape Clusters of the blooming grape; Round the shining throne Still the silver fountains play, Singing on through night and day, But they sing alone: Lovely in their early death, No one binds a violet wreath, In the lone and lovely island Mid the far off southern seas.

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Love and Fate---oh, fearful pair! Terrible in strength ye are; Until ye had been, Happy as a summer night, Conscious of its own sweet light, Was that Island-queen. Would she could forget to grieve, Or that she could die and leave The lone and lovely island Mid the far off southern seas.

91 She is but the type of all, 92 Mortal or celestial, 93 Who allow the heart, 94 In its passion and its power, 95 On some dark and fated hour, 96 To assert its part. 97 Fate attends the steps of Love,--98 Both brought misery from above 99 To the lone and lovely island 100 Mid the far off southern seas.