Page:Poems - Tennyson (1843) - Volume 1 of 2.djvu/19

 A leaning and upbearing parasite, Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite, With cluster’d flower-bells and ambrosial orbs Of rich fruit-bunches leaning on each other— Shadow forth thee: the world hath not another (Though all her fairest forms are types of thee, And thou of God in thy great charity) Of such a finish’d chasten’d purity.