Love
Dull Is My Verse: Not Even Thou
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
Dull is my verse: not even thou
Who movest many cares away
From this lone breast and weary brow,
Canst make, as once, its fountain play;
No, nor those gentle words that now
Support my heart to hear thee say:
" The bird upon its lonely bough
Sings sweetest at the close of day."
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Dull Is My Verse: Not Even Thou.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/343/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Dull Is My Verse: Not Even Thou.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/343/.
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