Living
VII
From The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson
Living
Sweet as the noise in parchèd plains
Of bubbling wells that fret the stones,
(If any sense in me remains)
Thy words will be: thy cheerful tones
As welcome to my crumbling bones.
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord. “VII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tennyson/231/.
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord. “VII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tennyson/231/.
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