Tennyson’s Suppressed Poems


No More

Alfred Tennyson

        O SAD No more! O sweet No more!
                            O strange No more!
        By a mossed brookbank on a stone
        I smelt a wildweed flower alone;
        There was a ringing in my ears,
        And both my eyes gushed out with tears.
Surely all pleasant things had gone before,
Low-buried fathom deep beneath with thee,
                            NO MORE!

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