Living
Thou Needst Not Pitch upon My Hat
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Living
Thou needst not pitch upon my hat,
Thou wither'd leaf! to show how near
Is now the winter of my year;
Alas! I want no hint of that.
Prythee, ah prythee get along!
Whisper as gently in the ear,
I once could whisper in, to fear
No change, but live for dance and song.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Thou Needst Not Pitch upon My Hat.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/592/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Thou Needst Not Pitch upon My Hat.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/592/.
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