Poem by Walter Savage Landor

Child of a Day

Child of a day, thou knowest not
The tears that overflow thy urn,
The gushing eyes that read thy lot,
Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!

And why the wish! the pure and blest
Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.
O peaceful night! O envied rest!
Thou wilt not ever see her weep. 

1. Idle Words
2. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
5. To Wordsworth

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