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Poem by Walter Savage Landor
Autumn
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.
Walter Savage Landor
Poem Theme: Autumn
Walter Savage Landor's other poems:- Idle Words
- Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
- Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower
- A Pastoral
- The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Samuel Johnson Autumn ("Alas! with swift and silent pace") John Clare Autumn ("The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still") William Morris Autumn ("Laden Autumn here I stand") Anna Barbauld Autumn ("Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush") Philip Bailey Autumn ("Tis Autumn--and the winds are high") Francis Ledwidge Autumn ("Now leafy winds are blowing cold") William Watson Autumn ("Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung") Thomas Nashe Autumn ("Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure") Alexander Posey Autumn ("IN the dreamy silence") Lydia Sigourney Autumn ("Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of green") Ada Cambridge (Cross) Autumn ("So still—so still! Only the endless sighing") Alice Bartlett Autumn ("The blaze of autumn scorches now the hill")
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