Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.
And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.
And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.
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.
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.
