The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

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is dark

is hid in her

es climb hi

, kiss me,

ss should b

me ere

ser to m

r surely than the

bliss of

of hearts

me with t

ids and

he wild ra

oud sea r

ats through

ly doth

drops of gl

thee with the

are drip

ot wander he

thee with

the roa

thy gold

with the m

oth blue

embrace thee with a

rn odour

ack and m

hou art de

shall fo

ot yet,

is sweet

lt wave bre

rble ste

etstairs

ad into

r! go

ant stars

not, go

ll foll