Tennyson’s Suppressed Poems



Alfred Tennyson

ME my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh:
    Thy woes are birds of passage, transitory:
    Thy spirit, circled with a living glory,
In summer still a summer joy resumeth.
Alone my hopeless melancholy gloometh,
    Like a lone cypress, through the twilight hoary,
From an old garden where no flower bloometh,
    One cypress on an inland promontory.
But yet my lonely spirit follows thine,
    As round the rolling earth night follows day:
But yet thy lights on my horizon shine
    Into my night when thou art far away;
I am so dark, alas! and thou so bright,
When we two meet there’s never perfect light.

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