Alfred Lord Tennyson
Last Lines
All looking down for the love of me.
Atween the blossoms, "We are free."
But I shall reign for ever over all.
False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my sweet Rosalind?
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
The white owl in the belfry sits,
Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.
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