My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
Alfred Lord TennysonThe dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
Alfred Lord TennysonSo now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
Alfred Lord Tennyson