Lord Alfred Tennyson

Darker than darkest pansies.

Darker than darkest pansies.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory read more

It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory means, than by fear.

This is the reward of my folly.

This is the reward of my folly.