William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Late LeavesWalter Savage Landor (17751864)
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The few late flowers have moisture in the eye;
So have I too.
Scarcely on any bough is heard
Joyous, or even unjoyous, bird
The whole wood through.
His circle (yearly narrowing) to the fire
Where old friends meet.
Let him; now heaven is overcast,
And spring and summer both are past,
And all things sweet.