Lord Alfred Tennyson

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

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.

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
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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.