On His Eightieth Birthday
Read 'On His Eightieth Birthday' by 'Walter Savage Landor' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
To my ninth decade I have tottered on,
And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;
She, who once led me where she would, is gone,
So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.
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