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2      The bright months bring,
3New-born, the bridegroom and the bride,
4      Freedom and spring.
5  The sweet land laughs from sea to sea,
6      Filled full of sun;
7All things come back to her, being free;
8      All things but one.
9  In many a tender wheaten plot
10      Flowers that were dead
11Live, and old suns revive; but not
12      That holier head.
13  By this white wandering waste of sea,
14      Far north, I hear
15One face shall never turn to me
16      As once this year:
17  Shall never smile and turn and rest
18      On mine as there,
19Nor one most sacred hand be prest
20      Upon my hair.
21  I came as one whose thoughts half linger,
22      Half run before;
23The youngest to the oldest singer
24      That England bore.
25  I found him whom I shall not find
26      Till all grief end,
27In holiest age our mightiest mind,
28      Father and friend.
29  But thou, if anything endure,
30      If hope there be,
31O spirit that man's life left pure,
32      Man's death set free,
33  Not with disdain of days that were
34      Look earthward now;
35Let dreams revive the reverend hair,
36      The imperial brow;
37  Come back in sleep, for in the life
38      Where thou art not
39We find none like thee. Time and strife
40      And the world's lot
41  Move thee no more; but love at least
42      And reverent heart
43May move thee, royal and released,
44      Soul, as thou art.
45  And thou, his Florence, to thy trust
46      Receive and keep,
47Keep safe his dedicated dust,
48      His sacred sleep.
49  So shall thy lovers, come from far,
50      Mix with thy name
51As morning-star with evening-star
52      His faultless fame.


1] Walter Savage Landor, born 1775, died 1864. Back to Line