Lord Alfred Tennyson

Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
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Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.

Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.

Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.

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.

And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.

If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.

If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.