Alfred Lord Tennyson – In Memoriam VII

Alfred Tennyson (August 06, 1809 – October 06, 1892)

For Arthur Hallam

Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasp’d no more—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

She is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Arthur Henry Hallam (February 01, 1811 – September 15, 1833)


🌹Happy Birthday to Kathleen Sherrill 🌹 (August 30, 1933 – June 29, 2003)

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