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Poem by Alfred Tennyson


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O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!
How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?
I only ask to sit beside thy feet.
Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes.
Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold
My arms about thee--scarcely dare to speak.
And nothing seems to me so wild and bold,
As with one kiss to touch thy blessed cheek.
Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke,
The bare word "kiss" hath made my inner soul
To tremble like a lute string, ere the note
Hath melted in the silence that it broke. 



Alfred Tennyson


Alfred Tennyson's other poems:
  1. The Cock
  2. To The Rev. F. D. Maurice
  3. The Sailor Boy
  4. The Letters
  5. Hark! The Dogs Howl!


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