Walter Savage Landor

(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

A Prophecy - Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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.

Comments about A Prophecy by Walter Savage Landor

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

[Hata Bildir]