LORD TENNYSON
Nightingales sang in the woods:
The Master was far away: Nightingales warbled and sang
Of a passion that lasts but a day;
Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of courtesy lay.
Two dead men have I known
In courtesy like to thee. Two dead men have I loved
With a love that ever will be'
Three dead men have I loved, and thou art last of the three.
��7/<? Crossing the Ear
- UNSET and evening star,
And one clear call for me' And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea,
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��But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
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