Select poems of Alfred lord Tennyson . 0 * O mother, hear me yet before I will not die alone, for fiery thoughtsDo shape themselves within me, more and more,Whereof I catch the issue, as I hearDead sounds at night come from the inmost hills,Like footsteps upon wool. I dimly seeMy far-off doubtful purpose, as a motherConjectures of the features of her childEre it is born : her child ! — a shudder comesAcross me : never child be born of me, 250 Unblest, to vex me with his fathers eyes ! O mother, hear me yet before I me, O earth. I will not die their shrill happy laught
Select poems of Alfred lord Tennyson . 0 * O mother, hear me yet before I will not die alone, for fiery thoughtsDo shape themselves within me, more and more,Whereof I catch the issue, as I hearDead sounds at night come from the inmost hills,Like footsteps upon wool. I dimly seeMy far-off doubtful purpose, as a motherConjectures of the features of her childEre it is born : her child ! — a shudder comesAcross me : never child be born of me, 250 Unblest, to vex me with his fathers eyes ! O mother, hear me yet before I me, O earth. I will not die their shrill happy laughter come to meWalking the cold and starless road of deathUncomforted, leaving my ancient loveWith the Greek woman. I will rise and goDown into Troy, and ere the stars come forthTalk with the wild Cassandra, for she saysA fire dances before her, and a sound 260 Rings ever in her ears of armed this may be I know not, but I knowThat, wheresoeer I am by night and earth and air seem only burning fire. 42 THE THE LOTOS-EATERS. * Courage ! he said, and pointed toward the land, This mounting wave will roll us shoreward the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it seemed always round the coast the languid air did swoon,Breathing like one that hath a weary above the valley stood the moon;And, like a downward smoke, the slender streamAlong the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke. Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumberous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flushd ; and, dewd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset lingerd low adown In the red West: thro mountain clefts the dale THE LOTOS-EATERS. 43 Was seen far inla
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