The Suppressed Poems by Alfred Tennyson — Read

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I' the glooming light / Of middle night, / So cold and white, / Worn Sorrow sits by the moaning wave; / Beside her are laid, / Her mattock and spade, / For she hath half delved her own deep grave. / Alone she is there: / The white clouds drizzle: her hair falls loose; / Her shoulders are bare; / Her tears are mixed with the bearded dews.