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Mild is the Parting Year

Mild is the Parting Year

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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

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