Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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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. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
3. Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then
4. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower
5. Death Stands above Me, Whispering Low

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