Lord Alfred Tennyson

Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and read more

Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs.

When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.

When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.

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

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

In time there is no present,
In eternity no future,
In eternity no past.

In time there is no present,
In eternity no future,
In eternity no past.

Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.

Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.