Lord Alfred Tennyson

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up read more

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.

She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, read more

She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, aweary,
Oh God, that I were dead.

And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.

And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.