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Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones,
O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags,
O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson FRS (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was a British poet. He was the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victo
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