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
Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze
Compell'd thy canvas, and my prayer
Was as the whisper of an air
To breathe thee over lonely seas.
For I in spirit saw thee move
Thro' circles of the bounding sky,
Week after week: the days go by:
Come quick, thou bringest all I love.
Henceforth, wherever thou may'st roam,
My blessing, like a line of light,
Is on the waters day and night,
And like a beacon guards thee home.
So may whatever tempest mars
Mid-ocean, spare thee, sacred bark;
And balmy drops in summer dark
Slide from the bosom of the stars.
So kind an office hath been done,
Such precious relics brought by thee;
The dust of him I shall not see
Till all my widow'd race be run.
Alfred Lord Tennyson released XVII on Tue Jan 01 1850.