Tennyson, Alfred Lord
Selected Poems
Purchased at the Niagara Falls outlet mall discount bookstore for $3.50.
This was another of those titles that I just figured I'd like to have on my shelf. I don't think I have ever opened it. I've never been all that big on Tennyson. I bought it more as a reference.
I guess if I ever make the switch to an e-reader this is the kind of book I'd just download for free if I felt like reading it. I don't see that happening any time soon. Lori bought an iPad recently and I don't really enjoy using it. I find it hard to believe that I could ever enjoy reading on one of those things.
I have a memory of a friend putting the line, "Tennyson, anyone?" in a musical he wrote in college.
from Selected Poems
A Dedication
Dear, near and true--no truer Time himself
Can prove you, tho' he make you evermore
Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life
Shoots to the fall--take this, and pray that he,
Who wrote it, honoring your sweet faith in him,
May trust himself; and spite of praise and scorn,
As one who feels the immeasurable world,
Attain the wise indifference of the wise;
And after Autumn past--if left to pass
His autumn into seeming-leafless days--
Draw toward the long frost and longest night,
Wearing his wisdom lightly, like the fruit
Which in our winter woodland looks a flower.*
*The fruit of the Spindle-tree (Euonymus Europaeus).
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