Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

The Garden - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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.


Comments about The Garden by Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • (8/6/2016 7:22:00 AM)


    A beautifully rhymes short and sweet poem. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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  • Oludipe Oyin Samuel (6/4/2012 5:40:00 PM)


    A sweet piece of rescusitating affection (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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