Mild Is The Parting Year

Mild is the parting year, and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.

by Walter Savage Landor

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The tear that would have soothed it all. - - - That was a well-turned line and really entices the reader into thinking more about the poem.
This poem is tender, sweet and very beautifully penned.10
Mild is the parting year, and sweet, well written
Beautiful reflective poem.
The coming of new year was as joyful as its parting had been sorrowful......so beautifully composed really very outstanding...........thanks for sharing
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