Alfred, Lord Tennyson on Nature
1809–1892 England
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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
The Princess (1847)
Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
The Princess (1847)
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills,
Like footsteps upon wool.
Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
Where God and Nature met in light.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation's final law —
Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek'd against his creed —
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
Thy prayer was "Light—more Light"—while Time shall last
Thou sawest a glory growing on the night,
But not the shadows which that light would cast,
Till shadows vanish in the Light of Light.
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
The Princess (1847)