LORD TENNYSON

Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks are whiter down the vale, And milkier every milky sail

On winding stream or distant sea ;

Where now the seamew pipes, or dives In yonder greening gleam, and fly The happy birds, that change their sky

To build and brood; that live their lives

From land to land ; and in my breast Spring wakens too ; and my regret Becomes an April violet,

And buds and blossoms li-ke the rest.

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Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend,

Which every hour his couriers bring.

Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho' as yet I keep Within his court on earth, and sleep

Encompassed by his faithful guard,

And hear at times a sentinel

Who moves about from place to place, And whispers to the worlds of space,

In the deep night, that all is well.

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