The Garden Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Garden

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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 OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 06 August 2016

A beautifully rhymes short and sweet poem. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Oludipe Oyin Samuel 04 June 2012

A sweet piece of rescusitating affection

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