Explore "The Suppressed Poems" by Alfred Tennyson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
There are three things that fill my heart with sighs / And steep my soul in laughter (when I view / Fair maiden forms moving like melodies), / Dimples, roselips, and eyes of any hue.
There are three things beneath the blessed skies / For which I live black eyes, and brown and blue; / I hold them all most dear; but oh! black eyes, / I live and die, and only die for you.