Alfred Lord Tennyson: No More

Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff

No More

O sad No more! O sweet No more!
O strange No more!
By a mossed brookbank on a stone
I smelt a wildweed flower alone;
There was a ringing in my ears,
And both my eyes gushed out with tears.
Surely all pleasant things had gone before,
Low-buried fathom deep beneath with thee,
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