Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats read more
O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
As many men, so many opinions.
As many men, so many opinions.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
