Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump  | 
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LXIV.
[When we have panted past life's middle space]
When we have panted past life's middle space,And stand and breathe a moment from the race,
These graver thoughts the heaving breast annoy:
“Of all our fields how very few are green!
And ah! what brakes, moors, quagmires, lie between
Tired age and childhood ramping wild with joy.”
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