Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
To-night the winds begin to rise
And roar from yonder dropping day:
The last red leaf is whirl'd away,
The rooks are blown about the skies;
The forest crack'd, the waters curl'd,
The cattle huddled on the lea;
And wildly dash'd on tower and tree
The sunbeam strikes along the world:
And but for fancies, which aver
That all thy motions gently pass
Athwart a plane of molten glass,
I scarce could brook the strain and stir
That makes the barren branches loud;
And but for fear it is not so,
The wild unrest that lives in woe
Would dote and pore on yonder cloud
That rises upward always higher,
And onward drags a labouring breast,
And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
Alfred Lord Tennyson released XV on Tue Jan 01 1850.