Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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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!'
I have since written what no tide
  Shall ever wash away, what men
Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide
  And find Ianthe's name again.

1. Idle Words
2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
3. A Pastoral
4. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
5. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave

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