There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what cha… - Alfred Tennyson

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There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central sea.

The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

But in my spirit will I dwell,
And dream my dream, and hold it true;
For tho' my lips may breathe adieu,
I cannot think the thing farewell.

Alfred Tennyson

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Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign, after William Wordsworth, and is one of the most popular English poets.

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Native Name: Alfred Tennyson, 1. Baron Tennyson

Alternative Names: Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson • Lord Alfred Tennyson • Alcibiades • A. Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson, Baron Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson Tennyson • Tennyson • 1st Baron Tennyson of Aldworth and Freshwater Alfred Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson d'Eyncourt • Lord Tennyson Alfred • Alfred Lord Tennyson • Alfred, Lord Tennyson • Alfred (Lord)

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She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
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Above,the fair hall-ceiling stately set Many an arch high up did lift,And angels rising and descending met With interchange of gift.

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, all the woods and the meadows,
Woods, where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stayed to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!
Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and my heart,
Into my heart and my blood!
Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers.
Over the thorns and briers,
Over the meadows and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash of a million miles.

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