Lord Alfred Tennyson

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.

Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and read more

Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs.

I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.

I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the
May.

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the
May.

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
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Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.