English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 544. Twenty Years Hence |
| | | Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
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| TWENTY years hence my eyes may grow, | |
| If not quite dim, yet rather so; | |
| Yet yours from others they shall know, | |
| Twenty years hence. | |
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| Twenty years hence, though it may hap | 5 |
| That I be call’d to take a nap | |
| In a cool cell where thunder-clap | |
| Was never heard, | |
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| There breathe but o’er my arch of grass | |
| A not too sadly sigh’d ‘Alas!’ | 10 |
| And I shall catch, ere you can pass, | |
| That wingèd word. | |
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