Years, many parti-colour'd years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone.
Years, not so many, are to come,
Years not so varied, when from you
One more will fall: when, carried home,
I see it not, nor hear Adieu.
Years
Walter Savage Landor
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Poem topics: alone, home, never, hear, colour, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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