Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Garden

Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Garden

Excerpt from "Maud" br br She is coming, my own, my sweet; br Were it ever so airy a tread, br My heart would hear her and beat, br Were it earth in an earthy bed; br My dust would hear her and beat, br Had I lain for a century dead, br Would start and tremble under her feet, br And blossom in purple and red.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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