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. She I Love
2. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. Rose Aylmer
5. The Poet Who Sleeps

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