Wednesday, December 07, 2005


The rain had fallen, the poet arose,
He passed by the town & out of the street,
A light wind blew from the gates of the Sun,
And waves of shadow went over the Wheat,
And he sat him down in a lonely place,
Chanted a melody loud & sweet,
That made the wild swan pause in her cloud,
And the Lark drop down at his feet,
The Swallow stop as he hunted the fly,
The snake slip under a spray,
The wild Hawk stood with the Swan on his beak,
And stared with his foot on the prey,
Whilst the Nightingale thought -
"I have sung many songs,
But never one so gay,
For he sings of what the world would be,
When the years have died away."


Blogger anthony said...

ummm.. who's the poet??

8:03 PM  
Blogger Dhananjay Shettigar said...

Tennyson, I believe. Wat say, Anthony???

9:29 PM  
Blogger Surya Ragunaathan said...

@anthony & DJ - No idea, honestly...just came across it on the net, liked it very much and posted...the source on that site though said - Anonymous

1:09 AM  
Blogger Pleiades said...

Yeah... That's a nice Tennyson alright... He uses beautiful language...
Another favourite Tennyson of mine is Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white... Lovely.. :)
Oh and thanks a lot for your comment on my blog. You're very kind. My poems are pretty personal, kinda plain if you ask me... More for the sake of expression than anything else.. :) But am glad you liked them. Thanks. :)

12:00 PM  
Blogger Surya Ragunaathan said...

@pleiades & DJ - Oooh!! is that Tennyson? How could I not know? I will smack my butt for this one...
Tennyson favourites of mine are LITERARY SQUABBLES & MIDNIGHT....’Tis midnight o’er the dim mere’s lonely bosom,...great one.

7:21 PM  

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