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IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON

Poet Analysis

First Line: CALM IS THE MORN WITHOUT A SOUND
Last Line: WHICH HEAVES BUT WITH THE HEAVING DEEP.
Subject(s): DEATH; GRIEF; MOURNING; DEAD, THE; SORROW; SADNESS; BEREAVEMENT;
Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only through the faded leaf
The chestnut pattering to the ground:
Calm and deep peace on this high wold
And on these dews that drench the furze,
And all the silvery gossamers
That twinkle into green and gold:
Calm and still light on yon great plain
That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,
And crowded farms, and lessening towers,
To mingle with the bounding main:
Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden to the fall;
And in my heart, if calm at all,
If any calm, a calm despair:
Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,
And waves that sway themselves in rest,
And dead calm in that noble breast
Which heaves but with the heaving deep.


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