Lord Alfred Tennyson

Gender: 
Male

  • Marriage Morning

    Light, so low upon earth,
    You send a flash to the sun.
    Here is the golden close of love,
    All my wooing is done.
    Oh, the woods and the meadows,
    Woods where we hid from the wet,
    Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
    Meadows in which we met!

    Light...

  • Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

    Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
    Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
    Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
    The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
    Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
    And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
    Now...