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These Poems were not included by the Poet Laureate in his collected Poems, but have, since his death, been published by his son, Hallam, Lord Tennyson. They were submitted, according to the Poet's desire, to an expert committee of friends, before publication.


*I, LOVING Freedom for herself,
And much of that which is her form,
Wed to no faction in the state,

A voice before the storm,
I mourn in spirit when I think

The year, that comes, may come with shame,

Lured by the cuckoo-voice that loves
To babble its own name.

*Copyright, 1897, by The Macmillan Com


LIFE of the Life within my blood, Light of the Light within mine eyes, The May begins to breathe and bud, And softly blow the balmy skies; Bathe with me in the fiery flood, And mingle kisses, tears, and sighs, Life of the Life within my blood,

Light of the Light within mine eyes.

*Copyright, 1897, by The Macmillan Com



THOU may'st remember what I said
When thine own spirit was at strife
With thine own spirit. "From the tomb
And charnel-place of purpose dead,
Thro' spiritual dark we come
nto the light of spiritual life."
God walk'd the waters of thy soul,

And still'd them. When from change to


Led silently by power divine,
Thy thought did scale a purer range
Of prospect up to self-control,

My joy was only less than thine.

*Copyright, 1897, by The Macmillan Com



[Published and suppressed by my father, and republished by me here (with accents written by him) in consequence of a talk that I had with him, in which he regretted that he had done away with it from among his "Juvenilia."]

Hesperus and his daughters three

That sing about the golden tree. Comus.

THE North wind fall'n, in the new-starréd
Zidonian Hanno, wandering beyond
The hoary promontory of Soloë,
Past Thymiaterion in calméd bays
Between the southern and the western

Heard neither warbling of the nightingale,
Nor melody of the Libyan Lotus-flute
Blown seaward from the shore; but from
a slope

That ran bloom-bright into the Atlantic blue,

Beneath a highland leaning down a weight

Of cliffs, and zoned below with cedarshade,

Came voices like the voices in a dream Continuous; till he reach'd the outer

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