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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A CYCLAMEN, by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: I come to visit thee again
Last Line: We are but wither'd leaves at best.
Subject(s): Cyclamen; Plants; Planting; Planters
First Line: I come to visit thee again
Last Line: We are but wither'd leaves at best.
Subject(s): Cyclamen; Plants; Planting; Planters
I come to visit thee again,
My little flowerless cyclamen!
To touch the hands, almost to press,
That cheer'd thee in thy loneliness.
What could those lovely sisters find,
Of thee in form, of me in mind,
What is there in us rich or rare,
To make us worth a moment's care?
Unworthy to be so carest,
We are but wither'd leaves at best.
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