Last Lines of Alfred Lord Tennyson
All looking down for the love of me.All things will change.Atween the blossoms,
We are free.But I shall reign for ever over all.Fairy Lilian.False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my sweet Rosalind?For all things must die.Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.Let them rave.Noble six hundred!So runs the round of life from hour to hour.The Lady of Shalott.The white owl in the belfry sits,Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.We would live merrily, merrily.Were flooded over with eddying song.Where Claribel low-lieth.Would they could have stayed with us!