Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
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.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
For thou hast stolen my will, and made it read more
Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
For thou hast stolen my will, and made it thine.
And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
