Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Aug. 6, 1809
to
Oct. 6, 1892

Titles First Lines Last Lines
Link To This Page

Song - A Spirit Haunts The Year's Last Hours...

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I.

A spirit haunts the year's last hours
Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers:
To himself he talks;
For at eventide, listening earnestly,
At his work you may hear him sob and sigh
In the walks;
Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks
Of the mouldering flowers:
Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i' the earth so chilly;
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

II.

The air is damp, and hush'd, and close,
As a sick man's room when he taketh repose
An hour before death;
My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves
At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves,
And the breath
Of the fading edges of box beneath,
And the year's last rose.
Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i' the earth so chilly;
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

Source:

The Works Of Alfred Lord Tennyson
Copyright 1893
London: Macmillan And Co.
Toronto: The Copp Clark Co. Limited.

Other Works

Recommended Works