Monday, December 16, 2013


Past Life's Middle Space

Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams, ed. Charles G. Crump, vol. II (London: J.M. Dent & Co., 1892), p. 110:
When we have panted past life's middle space,
And stand and breathe a moment from the race,
  These graver thoughts the heaving breast annoy:
"Of all our fields how few are green!
And ah! what brakes, moors, quagmires, lie between
  Tired age and childhood ramping wild with joy."

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