Lord Alfred Tennyson

And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness read more

And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thoughts;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves
In roarings round the coral reef.

The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at read more

The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear.

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.

O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.