Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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She I love (alas in vain!)
  Floats before my slumbering eyes:
When she comes she lulls my pain,
  When she goes what pangs arise!
Thou whom love, whom memory flies,
  Gentle Sleep! prolong thy reign!
If even thus she soothe my sighs,
  Never let me wake again!

1. Soon, O Ianthe! Life Is O'er
2. Dirce
3. Corinna, from Athens, to Tanagra
4. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
5. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief

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