Lord Alfred Tennyson

Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the read more

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

. . . but while
I breathe Heaven's air, and Heaven looks down on me,
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. . . but while
I breathe Heaven's air, and Heaven looks down on me,
And smiles at my best meanings, I remain
Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

One of Satan's shepherdesses caught
And meant to stamp him with her master's mark.

One of Satan's shepherdesses caught
And meant to stamp him with her master's mark.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.