Select poems of Alfred lord Tennyson . 6o A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN:. i A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN. I READ, before my eyelids dropt their shade, The Legend of Good Women long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who madeHis music heard below; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breathPreluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great ElizabethWith sounds that echo still. And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Held me above the subject, as strong gales Hold swollen clouds from raining, tho my heart,Brimful of those wild tales. Charged both mine eyes with tears. In every l
Select poems of Alfred lord Tennyson . 6o A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN:. i A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN. I READ, before my eyelids dropt their shade, The Legend of Good Women long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who madeHis music heard below; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breathPreluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great ElizabethWith sounds that echo still. And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Held me above the subject, as strong gales Hold swollen clouds from raining, tho my heart,Brimful of those wild tales. Charged both mine eyes with tears. In every land I saw, wherever light illumineth,Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand The downward slope to death. Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong,And trumpets blown for wars; A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN. 61 And clattering flints batterd with clanging hoofs :And I saw crowds in columnd sanctuaries; And forms that past at windows and on roofsOf marble palaces; Corpses across t
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