Poem by Walter Savage Landor

Age

Death, tho' I see him not, is near
And grudges me my eightieth year.
Now, I would give him all these last
For one that fifty have run past.
Ah! he strikes all things, all alike,
But bargains: those he will not strike.

1. She I Love
2. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. Rose Aylmer
5. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower

Walter De la Mare Age ("This ugly old crone")

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