Explore "The Suppressed Poems" by Alfred Tennyson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Sure never yet was Antelope / Could skip so lightly by. / Stand off, or else my skipping-rope / Will hit you in the eye. / How lightly whirls the skipping-rope! / How fairy-like you fly! / Go, get you gone, you muse and mope / I hate that silly sigh. / Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope, / Or tell me how to die. / There, take it, take my skipping-rope / And hang yourself thereby.