How Sweet It Were
How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream! To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each others whisperd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy; To muse and brood and live again in memory With those old faces of our infancy Heapd over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!
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"How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lord Tennyson delivers a powerful performance in "How Sweet It Were"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...