Lord Alfred Tennyson

Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.

Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up read more

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled read more

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.

Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.

Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.