Lord Alfred Tennyson

This is the reward of my folly.

This is the reward of my folly.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.

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.

Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.

Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.

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.