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Landor,
Walter Savage
. English writer and poet
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Autumn
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Written by:
Walter Savage
Landor
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MILD is the parting year, and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.
I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.
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