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‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’

'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'

‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
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And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Comments (9)

This poem is filled with emotions
Beautiful poem. Loved reading each and every line.
Alfred Tennyson is one of the poets I like very much with his ability to involve a sea of emotion in lines and verses and gathering images from myths and realities, all appealing to the human heart!
Alfred Tennyson is one of the poets I like very much with his ability to involve a sea of emotion in lines and verses and gathering images from myths and realities, all appealing to the human heart!
Brilliant piece poetry Alfred
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