Poem by Walter Savage Landor

The Lover

Now thou art gone, tho' not gone far,
  It seems that there are worlds between us;
Shine here again, thou wandering star!
  Earth's planet! and return with Venus.

At times thou broughtest me thy light
  When restless sleep had gone away;
At other times more blessed night
  Stole over, and prolonged thy stay.

1. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
2. A Pastoral
3. Idle Words
4. To Barry Cornwall
5. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart

Dora Sigerson Shorter The Lover ("I go through wet spring woods alone")

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