Love
No, My Own Love of Other Years!
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
No, my own love of other years!
No, it must never be.
Much rests with you that yet endears,
Alas! but what with me?
Could those bright years o'er me revolve
So gay, o'er you so fair,
The pearl of life we would dissolve
And each the cup might share.
You show that truth can ne'er decay,
Whatever fate befals;
I, that the myrtle and the bay
Shoot fresh on ruin'd walls.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “No, My Own Love of Other Years!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/422/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “No, My Own Love of Other Years!” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/422/.
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