Letitia Elizabeth Landon on Fate
1802–1838 England
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'Tis strange how the heart can create
Or colour from itself its fate;
We make ourselves our own distress,
We are ourselves our happiness.
The Troubadour (1825)
O ! the heart has all too many tears ;
But none are like those that wait
On the blighted love, the loneliness
Of the young orphan's fate.
The Golden Violet (1827)
She is but the type of all,
Mortal or celestial,
Who allow the heart,
In its passion and its power,
On some dark and fated hour,
To assert its part.
Alas!
We give our destiny from our own hands,
And trust to those most frail of all frail things,
The chances of humanity.
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
A day may be a destiny ; for life
Lives in but little— but that little teems
With some one chance, the balance of all time
Alas! she looked but in that eye
Where now was writ her destiny.
The heart love leaves looks back ever;
The heart where he is dwelling, never.
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
Merciful God, thou dost not answer me !
I made my choice on earth, and now my heart
Has no asylum. Ye decide for me,
And such a destiny is best.
What we may do
To-morrow may perhaps decide our fate.
We may have said but yesterday some word
Which may not be recalled.