Treasure Island

Walter Savage Landor

(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

A Prophecy


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.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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