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Mild is the Parting Year

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.
Altre opere di Walter Savage Landor ...