Here you will find the Poem In after Time of poet Walter Savage Landor
NO, my own love of other years! No, it must never be. Much rests with you that yet endears, Alas! but what with me? Could those bright years o?er me revolve So gay, o?er you so fair, The pearl of life we would dissolve And each the cup might share. You show that truth can ne?er decay, Whatever fate befalls; I, that the myrtle and the bay Shoot fresh on ruin?d walls.
