Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 10 of 98 )
My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
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My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
A noise of falling weights that never fell,
Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand,
Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door,
And bolted doors that open'd of themselves;
And one betwixt the dark and light had seen
Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.
Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!
Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the read more
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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 by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.
And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.
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.
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.
