Love
When We Have Panted Past Life's Middle Space
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
When we have panted past life's middle space,
And stand and breathe a moment from the race,
These graver thoughts the heaving breast annoy:
"Of all our fields how very few are green!
And ah! what brakes, moors, quagmires, lie between
Tired age and childhood ramping wild with joy."
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MLA
Landor, Walter Savage. “When We Have Panted Past Life's Middle Space.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/344/.
Chicago
Landor, Walter Savage. “When We Have Panted Past Life's Middle Space.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/344/.
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