As I walked through Trafalgar Square
I met the ghost of Voltaire.
I said, “are you Candide?”.
He said, “no sir! Indeed!
I am Voltaire! haunting Trafalgar Square!”
As I walked through Trafalgar Square
I met the ghost of Voltaire.
I said, “are you Candide?”.
He said, “no sir! Indeed!
I am Voltaire! haunting Trafalgar Square!”
I am a fan of the short poem. Below is a brief untitled poem by Walter Savage Landor, 1775-1864 Walter Savage Landor – Wikipedia.
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I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, and next to nature, art:
I warmed both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
I walk amidst these
Windblown
Leaves.
How time has flown.
I shall in beauty drown
And think on these
Fallen leaves,
Which now strew the ground.
(Taken from “Light and Shade” Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).