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 LORD TENNYSON

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.

ji6 From ( In Memortam*

(ARTHUR HENRY HALLAM, MDCCCXXXIII) E 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 world of space,

In the deep night, that all is well.

7/7 In the Garden at Swains ton

NIGHTINGALES warbled without, Within was weeping for thee: Shadows of three dead men Walk'd in the walks with me:

Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three.

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