Dedication
These to His Memory—since he held them dear,
Perchance as finding there
Some image of himself—I dedicate,
I dedicate,
These to His Memory—since he held them dear,
Perchance as finding there
Some image of himself—I dedicate,
I dedicate,
I Airy,
Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me, Laughing all she can;
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
Come into the garden,
Maud, For the black bat,
Night, has flown,
Come into the garden,
Once more the Heavenly
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed
With loving blue;
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me
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...
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And tallest,
Gareth, in a showerful
Stared at the spate
O
VE,
Love,
Love
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,
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,