Years
1775-1864
YEARS, many parti-colour'd years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone.
Years, not so many, are to come,
Years not so varied, when from you
One more will fall: when, carried home,
I see it not, nor hear Adieu.
DayPoems Poem No. 525
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/525.html">Years by Walter Savage Landor</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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