In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 2

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892 Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
         That name the under-lying dead,
         Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.

The seasons bring the flower again,
         And bring the firstling to the flock;
         And in the dusk of thee, the clock
Beats out the little lives of men.

O not for thee the glow, the bloom,
         Who changest not in any gale,
         Nor branding summer suns avail
To touch thy thousand years of gloom:

And gazing on thee, sullen tree,
         Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,
         I seem to fail from out my blood
And grow incorporate into thee.

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Poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Nature, Trees & Flowers

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Series/Sequence

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More than any other Victorian writer, Tennyson has seemed the embodiment of his age, both to his contemporaries and to modern readers. In his own day he was said to be—with Queen Victoria and Gladstone—one of the three most famous living persons, a reputation no other poet writing in English has ever had. As official poetic spokesman for the reign of Victoria, he felt called upon to celebrate a quickly changing industrial and . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Trees & Flowers

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Series/Sequence

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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