Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892
from The Gem: A Literary Annual (London: W. Marshall, 1831).
Frontispiece to The Gem (1831).
OH sad No More! Oh sweet No More!
Oh strange No More!
By a mossed brookbank on a stone
I smelt a wildweed-flower alone;
There was a ringing in my ears,
And both my eyes gushed out with tears.
Surely all pleasant things had gone before,
Lowburied fathomdeep beneath with thee, NO MORE!
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