Romantic Love Poems | Break, Break, Break By Alfred Lord Tennyson
Short Love poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1883)
Break, Break, Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Break, Break, Break,
On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Filed under: Alfred Lord Tennyson on October 6th, 2007
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