I'm going to post some of these poems from time to time.
They are from a collection I saved from years ago (pre the Fort, I think)
from a person posting as "Ianthe".
I really don't know anything about him except he posted a lot of poetry and
small literary pieces and I saved a lot of it.
Perhaps some of the other long-time followers of these groups knows more
about the person, Ianthe.
To Youth
Where art thou gone, light-ankled youth ?
With wing at either shoulder,
And smile that never left thy mouth
Until the hours grew colder:
Then somewhat seem'd to whisper near
That thou and I must part;
I doubted it; I felt no fear,
No weight upon my heart:
If aught befell it, Love was by
And rolled it off again;
So, if there ever was a sigh,
'Twas not a sigh of pain.
I may not call thee back; but thou
Returnest, when the hand
Of gentle sleep waves o'er my brow
His poppy-crested wand;
Then smiling eyes bend over mine,
Then lips once prest invite;
But sleep hath given a silent sign
And both, alas!, take flight.
Walter Savage Landor.
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