||Alfred Lord Tennyson
|Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), was not well received when he was alive but typically found greater favour when he was dead. Regarded as the chief representative of the Victorian age in poetry, he became Poet Laureate in 1850.
|Dip down upon the northern shore,
O sweet new-year, delaying long;
Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,
Delaying long, delay no more.
What stays thee from the clouded noons,
Thy sweetness from its proper place?
Can trouble live with April days,
Or sadness in the summer moons?
Bring orchis, bring the fox-glove spire,
The little speedwell's darling blue,
Deep tulips dashed with fiery dew,
Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire.
O thou, new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud,
And flood a fresher throat with song.
Other poems by Alfred Tennyson