Tennyson from New Dawn

There is sweet music here that softer falls

Than petals from blown roses on the grass,

Or night-dews on still waters between walls

Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,

Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes;

Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.

Here are cool mosses deep,

And thro’ the moss the ivies creep,

And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,

And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

 

by Lord Afred Tennyson (1809-1892), no title, from Poems, in The Lotos-Eaters, Choric Song no.1, published 1832

p. 339 of 481 New Dawn, Twillight Saga

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