Lord Alfred Tennyson

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.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

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.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

All
Life needs for life is possible to will.

All
Life needs for life is possible to will.