A Prophecy Poem by Walter Savage Landor
A Prophecy
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PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
“This man loved me!” then rise and trip away.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: future,pride
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