Autumn
Read 'Autumn' by 'Walter Savage Landor' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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