Living
The Last Gift
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Living
The shadows deepen round me; take
I will not say my last adieu,
But, this faint verse; and for my sake
Keep the last line I trace for you.
The years that lightly touch your head,
# Nor steal away nor change one hair.
Press upon mine with heavy tread
And leave but barren laurels there.
Another year I may not see,
I may not all I hope in this,
Receive then on your brow from me
And give Rosina's lips the kiss.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “The Last Gift.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/867/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “The Last Gift.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/867/.
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