Come, walter Savage Landor, come this way;
Step through the lintel low, with prose or verse,
Tallest of latter men; the early star
And latest setting sun of great compeers;
Through youth, through manhood, and extremest age,
Strong at the root, and at the top, blossoms
Perennial. When culled the fields around
Still calling up the great for...
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Back to the flower-town, side by side,
The bright months bring,
New-born, the bridegroom and the bride,
Freedom and spring.The sweet land laughs from sea to sea,
Filled full of sun;
All things come back to her, being free;
All things but one.In many a tender wheaten plot
Flowers that were dead...