The Constant Flower
Symbol of unhappy love, sacred to the slighted Clytie:
See how it turns its bosom to the sun;
And when the dark clouds have shadowed it,
Or night is on the sky, mark how it folds its leaves,
and droops its head, and weeps sweet tears of dew:
The constant flower!
~ Leticia Elizabeth Landon
© Istvan Kadar Photography
