Lord Alfred Tennyson

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.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.

O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.

This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.

This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, read more

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.