Years, many parti-colour’d years, <br />Some have crept on, and some have flown <br />Since first before me fell those tears <br />I never could see fall alone. <br /> <br />Years, not so many, are to come, <br />Years not so varied, when from you <br />One more will fall: when, carried home, <br />I see it not, nor hear Adieu.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/years-2/
