Separation
by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
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There is a mountain and a wood between us,
Where the lone shepherd and late bird have seen us
Morning and noon and eventide repass.
Between us now the mountain and the wood
Seem standing darker than last year they stood,
And say we must not cross—alas! alas!
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Years
Twenty Years Hence
Late Leaves
Autumn
Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel
Proud Word You Never Spoke
Rose Aylmer
Absence
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