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.]

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

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

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up read more

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The read more

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.