Always accustomed to wealth, she did not understand its value ; we must want money to really know its worth, and money seemed to her the vilest consi… - Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Maiden, fling from thy braided hair
The red rosebud that is wreathed there ;
For he who planted the parent tree
Is now what soon that blossom will be.

Old friend and true companion ! soothing Sleep,
Yes fly, like other friends. How easily
Did your sweet influence fall on my free head,
Cool like a lovely crown of myrtle boughs.
Beloved Sleep ! amid the clash of arms,
On the rough torrent of unquiet life,
I rested, breathing lightly as a child,
Weary and cradled in your mother arms.
When the storm swept the leaves from off the bough,
And rushed thro' crashing branches, yet my heart
Was in its depths untroubled, — and I slept.

A man above thirty cannot enter into the wild visions of an enthusiastic girl.