LO! where the four mimosas blend their shade
In calm repose at last is Landor laid;
For ere he slept he saw them planted here
By her his soul had ever held most dear,
And he had liv-d enough when he had dried her tear.
For An Epitaph At Fiesole
Walter Savage Landor
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