Proud Word You Never Spoke

Walter Savage Landor

Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
  Over my open volume you will say,
  ‘This man loved me‘—then rise and trip away.

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