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.
Classic poem
On His Eightieth Birthday
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- To my ninth decade I have tottered on,
- Poet
- Walter Savage Landor
- Themes
- death
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