Author Walter Savage Landor I LEAVE the table: take my place, Ye young, and, when ye rise, say grace. Hence all unthankful ones, and go Where neither vines nor myrtles grow. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments