Chris Downer, New Year's Eve stroll, 2005. CC BY 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.
XXXI
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.
~~
Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
from Gebir, Count Julian, and other poems, 1831
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
"Mild is the Parting Yerr" read for Audiobook Passion.
A poignant short verse. The sorrow of unwept loss, balmless/unsoothing end to life. At the end of year. I appreciate being introduced to these venerable past poets George, thank you! 💟💟💟💟💟💟
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