Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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Leaf after leaf drops off, flower after flower,
Some in the chill, some in the warmer hour:
Alike they flourish and alike they fall,
And Earth who nourisht them receives them all.
Should we, her wiser sons, be less content
To sink into her lap when life is spent?

1. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
2. Idle Words
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. Various the Roads of Life; in One
5. She I Love

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