Author Walter Savage Landor Exhausted now her sighs, and dry her tears, For twenty youths these more than twenty years, Anne, turning nun, swears God alone shall have her. God ought to bow profoundly for the favour. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments