Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
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.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
