Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Mild is the parting yearWalter Savage Landor (17751864)
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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 sooth’d it all.