William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Day Returns, My Natal DayWalter Savage Landor (17751864)
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Borne on the storm and pale with snow,
And seems to ask me why I stay,
Stricken by Time and bowed by Woe.
To wish me joy; and there are some
Who wish it now; but not the same:
They are whence friend can never come.
Cradled in innocence and sleep;
You smile into my eyes no more,
Nor see the bitter tears they weep.