Poem by Alfred Tennyson

The Silent Voices

WHEN the dumb Hour, cloth’d in black,
Brings the Dreams about my bed,
Call me not so often back,
Silent Voices of the dead,
Toward the lowland ways behind me,
And the sunlight that is gone!
Call me rather, silent Voices,
Forward to the starry track
Glimmering up the heights beyond me
On, and always on!

1. In the Valley of Cauteretz
2. The Cock
3. The Sailor Boy
4. The Merman
5. The Letters

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