Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotations | Page 2

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.

Oh good gray head which all men knew!

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.

My mind is clouded with a doubt.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

Man's word is God in man.

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.