Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Daily Dose

From The Poems of
Walter Savage Landor

How to Read Me

To turn my volumes o’er nor find
(Sweet unsuspicious friend!)
Some vestige of an erring mind
To chide or discommend,

Believe that all were lov’d like you
With love from blame exempt,
Believe that all my griefs were true
And all my joys but dreamt.

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