Alfred Lord Tennyson

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death

Now fades the last long streak of snow,
Now burgeons every maze of
About the flowering squares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow
Now rings the woodland loud and long,

Faint as a climate-changing bird that
All night across the darkness, and at
Falls on the threshold of her native land,
And can no more, thou camest,

Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm;
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow
In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higherA long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill;

These to His Memory—since he held them dear,
Perchance as finding there
Some image of himself—I dedicate,
I dedicate,

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

Once more the Heavenly
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed
With loving blue;

HE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dyi...

O
VE,
Love,
Love

Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for e...

While about the shore of Mona those Neronian
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,
Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,