Alfred Lord Tennyson
First Lines
A spirit haunts the year's last hours
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Life and Thought have gone away
Low-flowing breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm'd in the gloaming:
Now is done thy long day's work;
The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
The winds, as at their hour of birth,
Two children in two neighbour villages
What time the mighty moon was gathering light
When cats run home and light is come,
