Break, Break, Break
Alfred Lord Tennyson
1809 to 1892
Track 1
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Break, break, break,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And the sound of a voice that is still!
And I would that my tongue could utter
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
O, well for the sailor lad,
Will never come back to me.
That he shouts with his sister at play!
Break, break, break
The thoughts that arise in me.
To their haven under the hill;
And the stately ships go on
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
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