Tennyson’s Suppressed Poems



Alfred Tennyson


THE lintwhite and the throstlecock
        Have voices sweet and clear;
    All in the bloomèd May.
They from the blosmy brere
Call to the fleeting year,
If that he would them hear
            And stay.
Alas! that one so beautiful
    Should have so dull an ear.


Fair year, fair year, thy children call,
        But thou art deaf as death;
    All in the bloomèd May.
When thy light perisheth
That from thee issueth,
Our life evanisheth:
            Oh! stay.
Alas! that lips so cruel dumb
    Should have so sweet a breath!


Fair year, with brows of royal love
        Thou comest, as a King.
    All in the bloomèd May.
Thy golden largess fling,
And longer hear us sing;
Though thou art fleet of wing,
            Yet stay.
Alas! that eyes so full of light
Should be so wandering!


Thy locks are full of sunny sheen
        In rings of gold yronne,1
    All in the bloomèd May,
We pri’ thee pass not on;
If thou dost leave the sun,
Delight is with thee gone,
            Oh! stay.
Thou art the fairest of thy feres,
    We pri’ thee pass not on.

1.    His crispè hair in ringis was yronne.—Chaucer, Knight’s Tale. (Tennyson’s note.)    [back]

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