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Poem

The poet’s song

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Tennyson:

THE rain had fallen, the poet arose
Be pass'd by the town and out of the street,
A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,
And waves of shadow went over the wheat,
And he sat him down in a lonely place,
And chanted a melody loud and sweet,
That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud,
And the lark drop down at his feet.

The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee,
The snake slipt under a spray,
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak,
And stared, with his foot on the prey,
And the nightingale thought, '1 have sung many songs,
But never a one so gay',
For he sings of what the., world will be
When the years have died away.