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Walter Savage Landor

Years

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.

Years, not so many, are to come,
    Years not so varied, when from you
One more will fall: when, carried home,
    I see it not, nor hear Adieu.

About the poet
Walter Savage Landor
 
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