O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
O sweet and bitter in a breath,
What whispers from thy lying lip?
"The stars," she whispers, "blindly run;
A web is wov'n across the sky;
From out waste places comes a cry,
And murmurs from the dying sun:
"And all the phantom, Nature, stands—
With all the music in her tone,
A hollow echo of my own,—
A hollow form with empty hands."
And shall I take a thing so blind,
Embrace her as my natural good;
Or crush her, like a vice of blood,
Upon the threshold of the mind?
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I know some of these, because in the novel 'the french lieutenants woman' at the start of each chapter fowles uses quotes from various establish poets, some of which are from this series, in fact a lot of them are Tennyson based.
so, theres a bit of tennyson trivia for ya! mauds in there too. i might go read that.
Jadey xXxXx
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