Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
  Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek
  Over my open volume you will say,
'This man loved me!' then rise and trip away.

1. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
2. Dirce
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
5. Rose Aylmer

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