Explore "The Suppressed Poems" by Alfred Tennyson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Check every outflash, every ruder sally / Of thought and speech; speak low, and give up wholly / Thy spirit to mild-minded Melancholy; / This is the place. Through yonder poplar alley / Below, the blue-green river windeth slowly; / But in the middle of the sombre valley / The crisped waters whisper musically, / And all the haunted place is dark and holy. / The nightingale, with long and low preamble, / Warbled from yonder knoll of solemn larches, / And in and out the woodbine's flowery arches / The summer midges wove their wanton gambol, / And all the white-stemmed pinewood slept above / When in this valley first I told my love.