Mild is the Parting Year - Walter Savage Landor

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.

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Walter Savage Landor (1775 - 1864) England
Source: Representative Poetry Online