Alfred Tennyson

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Title:     Alfred Tennyson
Author: Henry Kendall [More Titles by Kendall]

The silvery dimness of a happy dream
I've known of late. Methought where Byron moans,
Like some wild gulf in melancholy zones,
I passed tear-blinded. Once a lurid gleam
Of stormy sunset loitered on the sea,
While, travelling troubled like a straitened stream,
The voice of Shelley died away from me.
Still sore at heart, I reached a lake-lit lea.
And then the green-mossed glades with many a grove,
Where lies the calm which Wordsworth used to love,
And, lastly, Locksley Hall, from whence did rise
A haunting song that blew and breathed and blew
With rare delights. 'Twas _there_ I woke and knew
The sumptuous comfort left in drowsy eyes.

[The end]
Henry Kendall's poem: Alfred Tennyson

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