. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. ambly wildernesses ;I linger by my shingly bars, 180 I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. Yes, men may come and go ; and theseare gone, All gone. My dearest brother, Ed-mund, sleeps, Not by the well-known stream andrustic spire, But unfamiliar Arno, and the dome Of Brunelleschi, sleeps in peace; andhe, Poor Philip, of all his lavish waste ofwords 191 Remains the lean P. W. on his tomb ; [ scraped the lichen from it. Katiewalks By the l
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. ambly wildernesses ;I linger by my shingly bars, 180 I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. Yes, men may come and go ; and theseare gone, All gone. My dearest brother, Ed-mund, sleeps, Not by the well-known stream andrustic spire, But unfamiliar Arno, and the dome Of Brunelleschi, sleeps in peace; andhe, Poor Philip, of all his lavish waste ofwords 191 Remains the lean P. W. on his tomb ; [ scraped the lichen from it. Katiewalks By the long wash of Australasian seasFar off, and holds her head to other stars,And breathes in April-autumns. All are gone. So Lawrence Aylmer, seated on a stileIn the long hedge, and rolling in his mindOld waifs of rhyme, and bowing oer the brookA tonsured head in middle age forlorn,Mused, and was mute. On a sudden a low breath 201 Of tender air made tremble in the hedgeThe fragile bindweed-bells and briony rings ;And he lookd up. There stood a mai-den 41 steal by lawns and grassy plots,I slide by hazel covers 286 MAUD AND OTHER POEMS Waiting to pass. In much amaze he staredOn eyes a bashful azure, and on hairIn gloss and hue the chestnut, when the shellDivides threefold to show the fruit within;Then, wondering, askd her, Are you from the farm ?Yes, answerd she. Pray stay a little ; pardon me, 210 What do they call you ? Katie. That were surname ? Willows. No ! That is my name. Indeed ! and here he lookd so self- perplext,That Katie laughd, and laughing blushd, till heLaughd also, but as one before he wakes,Who feels a glimmering strangeness in his looking at her: Too happy, fresh and fair,Too fresh and fair in our sad worlds best bloom,To be the ghost of one who bore your nameAbout these meadows, twenty years Have you not heard ? said Katie, we came back. We bought the farm we tenanted be-fore. Am I so like her? so they said onboard. Sir, if you knew h
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