Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade
In calm repose at last is Landor laid;
For ere he slept he saw them planted here
By her his soul had ever held most dear,
And he had livd enough when he had dried her tear.
For An Epitaph At Fiesole
Walter Savage Landor
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