MY REDEEMER LIVETH 



My dust would hear her and beat, 

 Had I lain for a century dead ; 

 Would start and tremble under her feet, 

 And blossom is purple and red. 



ALFRED TENNYSON. 



Maud. 



I know a little garden-close 

 Set thick with lily and red rose, 

 Where I would wander if I might. 

 From dewy dawn to dewy night, 

 And have one with me wandering. 



And though within it no birds sing, 

 And though no pillar'd house is there, 

 And though the apple boughs are bare 

 Of fruit and blossom, would to God, 

 Her feet upon the green grass trod, 

 And I beheld them as before! 



WILLIAM MORRIS. 

 The Nymph's Song to Hylas. 



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