Sonnets and Fugitive Pieces by Charles Tennyson |
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[Ye mighty forests, deep and old] |
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[Ye mighty forests, deep and old]
Ye mighty forests, deep and old,
With knotty stems and towering shade,
That, where the lordly streams are rolled,
A dense and matted gloom have made.
With knotty stems and towering shade,
That, where the lordly streams are rolled,
A dense and matted gloom have made.
Your arms are rife with germs of life,
Your heads receive the rushing wind:
With lingering sweeps the night-breeze creeps
O'er your thick robes and wrinkled rind:
Your heads receive the rushing wind:
With lingering sweeps the night-breeze creeps
O'er your thick robes and wrinkled rind:
Ye stand like shrouds before the clouds,
That hold the sunset of mid-June—
And darker still, when o'er the hill
Creeps the pale dawning of the moon.
That hold the sunset of mid-June—
And darker still, when o'er the hill
Creeps the pale dawning of the moon.
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O then the soft suffusion clear
Peers over your enormous screen,
The skies are white with silver light,
How grand the shade! how sweet the sheen!
Peers over your enormous screen,
The skies are white with silver light,
How grand the shade! how sweet the sheen!
And when the sun's first rosy line
Is drawn i' th' east—thro' every glade
Aglow with golden dews ye shine,
And orange-tints your depths pervade!
Is drawn i' th' east—thro' every glade
Aglow with golden dews ye shine,
And orange-tints your depths pervade!
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