Love, Pride And Forgetfulness

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Title:     Love, Pride And Forgetfulness
Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson [More Titles by Tennyson]

Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb,
Love laboured honey busily.
I was the hive and Love the bee,
My heart the honey-comb.
One very dark and chilly night
Pride came beneath and held a light.

The cruel vapours went through all,
Sweet Love was withered in his cell;
Pride took Love's sweets, and by a spell
Did change them into gall;
And Memory tho' fed by Pride
Did wax so thin on gall,
Awhile she scarcely lived at all,
What marvel that she died?

[The end]
Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem: Love, Pride And Forgetfulness

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