Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

The Garden


Excerpt from "Maud"

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead,
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Form:


Read poems about / on: purple, red, heart

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Garden by Alfred Lord Tennyson )

Read all 1 comments »

Famous Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  4. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Caged Bird
    Maya Angelou
  8. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
Trending Poets
Trending Poems
  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. If, Rudyard Kipling
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  8. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  9. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  10. And Death Shall Have No Dominion, Dylan Thomas
[Hata Bildir]