Here is the “Mild is the Parting Year” Poem by anonymous!
Mild is the Parting Year
Mild is the parting year, and sweet,
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.
-by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR