I am going a long way With these thou seรซst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Alfred Lord TennysonThere is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
Alfred Lord TennysonRead my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
Alfred Lord TennysonAnd down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.
Alfred Lord Tennyson