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I normally wouldn't include a textbook on my goodreads, however as this is 900+ pages and we have to read it all for a class I am waiving that rule

"And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash'd in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;"

absolutely enamoured by how natural Tennyson's use of meter is