Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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      Death stands above me, whispering low
        I know not what into my ear:
      Of his strange language all I know
        Is, there is not a word of fear.

1. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
2. The Poet Who Sleeps
3. Idle Words
4. She I Love
5. Child of a Day

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