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"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
— Sep 13, 2025 01:34AM
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
