Walter Savage Landor

(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

Autumn - Poem by Walter Savage Landor

MILD is the parting year, and sweet
   The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
   And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
   But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
   The tear that would have soothed it all.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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