Lord Alfred Tennyson

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the read more

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

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.

And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.

And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.

Modred's narrow foxy face,
Heart hiding smile, and gray persistent eye.

Modred's narrow foxy face,
Heart hiding smile, and gray persistent eye.

Fancy light from Fancy caught.

Fancy light from Fancy caught.