The Garden Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Garden
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Excerpt from "Maud"
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead,
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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4/23/2024 2:48:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautifully rhymes short and sweet poem. Thanks for sharing it here.