Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
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One of my favourite poems. I even wrote a piece of music for it.
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Tennyson's use of figurative language gives us a very descriptive visual image of this good-bye. Overall I think that this poem is great.
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I love this. Not really the verse part of it. I just can never get into singsongy poems. But the meaning. The sweetness of this goodbye.
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9/10
This has great verse. It flows quite well, and the images are held lovely. This is a great piece here.
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