Verse > Anthologies > Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. > A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895
Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864)
TO write as your sweet mother does
    Is all you wish to do.
Play, sing, and smile for others, Rose!
    Let others write for you.
Or mount again your Dartmoor grey,        5
    And I will walk beside,
Until we reach that quiet bay
    Which only hears the tide.
Then wave at me your pencil, then
    At distance bid me stand,        10
Before the cavern’d cliff, again
    The creature of your hand.
And bid me then go past the nook
    To sketch me less in size;
There are but few content to look        15
    So little in your eyes.
Delight us with the gifts you have,
    And wish for none beyond:
To some be gay, to some be grave,
    To one (blest youth!) be fond.        20
Pleasures there are how close to Pain,
    And better unpossest!
Let poetry’s too throbbing vein
    Lie quiet in your breast.


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