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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.

To a Cyclamen

Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864)

I COME to visit thee again,

My little flowerless cyclamen;

To touch the hands, almost to press,

That cheered thee in thy loneliness.

What could these lovely sisters find

Of thee in form, of me in mind,

What is there in us rich or rare,

To make us worth a moment’s care?

Unworthy to be so caressed,

We are but wither’d leaves at best.