Lord Alfred Tennyson

In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.

In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.

Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
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Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute,
. . . .
Then waft me from the harbour's mouth,
Wild wind, I seek a warmer sky.

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.

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.

Fancy light from Fancy caught.

Fancy light from Fancy caught.