Walter Savage Landor Poems

One lovely name adorns my song,
And, dwelling in the heart,
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Years, many parti-colour’d years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone.
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I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
Alas! I would not check.
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When the buds began to burst,
Long ago, with Rose the First
I was walking; joyous then
Far above all other men,
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THERE is a mountain and a wood between us,
Where the lone shepherd and late bird have seen us
   Morning and noon and eventide repass.
Between us now the mountain and the wood
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Catch her and hold her if you can--
See, she defies you with her fan,
Shuts, opens, and then holds it spread
In threatening guise over your head.
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Well I remember how you smiled
To see me write your name upon
The soft sea-sand . . . "O! what a child!
You think you're writing upon stone!"
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Welcome, old friend! These many years
Have we lived door by door;
The fates have laid aside their shears
Perhaps for some few more.
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WHY, why repine, my pensive friend,
   At pleasures slipp'd away?
Some the stern Fates will never lend,
   And all refuse to stay.
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THE leaves are falling; so am I;
The few late flowers have moisture in the eye;
   So have I too.
Scarcely on any bough is heard
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