A Prophecy Poem by Walter Savage Landor
A Prophecy
Rating: ★2.9
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
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4/19/2024 5:44:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That hideous mechanical dead out of whack recorded voice..