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Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection by Walter Savage Landor
To my ninth decade I have tottered on,
  And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;
She, who once led me where she would, is gone,
  So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.
Book: Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection by Walter Savage Landor
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