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Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor

Proud Word You Never Spoke

Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
'This man loved me’—then rise and trip away.

#Romantic

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