| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | To a Cyclamen | | By Walter Savage Landor (17751864) |
| | | 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 | 5 |
| Of thee in form, of me in mind, | |
| What is there in us rich or rare, | |
| To make us worth a moments care? | |
| Unworthy to be so caressed, | |
| We are but witherd leaves at best. | 10 | | | |
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