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Alfred Lord Tennyson ( 1809-1892 )

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'ed with the azure world, he stands.
O love, what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize and wine.
O that 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers:
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.