Sarati Posted December 6, 2008 Share Posted December 6, 2008 O, were I loved as I desire to be! What is there in the great sphere of the earth, Or range of evil between death and birth, That I should fear, - if I were loved by thee! All the inner, all the outer world of pain, Clear love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine; As I have heard that somewhere in the main Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine. 'Twere joy, not fear, clasped hand in hand with thee, To wait for death - mute - careless of all ills, Apart upon a mountain, though the surge Of some new deluge from a thousand hills Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge Below us, as far on as eye could see. Alfred Lord Tennyson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whes Posted December 6, 2008 Share Posted December 6, 2008 that is lovely. Thank you for sharing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CAgirl Posted December 6, 2008 Share Posted December 6, 2008 My favorite poem by Tennyson is "The Lady of Shalott" but this one is lovely too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarati Posted December 6, 2008 Author Share Posted December 6, 2008 I love "The Lady of Shalott" as well. I once had a poster by John William Waterhouse of the Lady of Shalott setting out on her journey in her boat. It's really beautiful. Here's the link, take a look link removed enjoy... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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