English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
631. Break, Break, Break
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On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.