Sunday, August 26, 2018

Break, Break, Break (Tennyson's Poem About Loss)


Written 183 years ago by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Break, Break Break is an elegy on the loss of his friend and fellow poet, Arthur Hallam.

The poem is as follows:

Break, break, break,
On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead,
Will never come back to me.

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