LORD TENNYSON
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
ji6 From ( In Memortam*
(ARTHUR HENRY HALLAM, MDCCCXXXIII) E is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend, Which every hour his couriers bring.
Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho' as yet I keep Within his court on earth, and sleep
Encompassed by his faithful guard,
And hear at times a sentinel
Who moves about from place to place, And whispers to the world of space,
In the deep night, that all is well.
7/7 In the Garden at Swains ton
NIGHTINGALES warbled without, Within was weeping for thee: Shadows of three dead men Walk'd in the walks with me:
Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three.
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