LIVING ENGLISH POETS FREDERICK TENNYSON Born 1807 THE BLACKBIRD How sweet the harmonies of Afternoon! trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, How soft the lovelight of the West reposes B On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, On the gray belfry with its ivy hood, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel that flings Its bubbling freshness-while the Blackbird sings. III The very dial on the village church Seems as 'twere dreaming in a dozy rest; Bask in the kindly welcome of the West; IV And there beneath the immemorial elm Three rosy revellers round a table sit, And thro' gray clouds give laws unto the realm, Before her home, in her accustom'd seat, The tidy Grandam spins beneath the shade Of the old honeysuckle, at her feet The dreaming pug, and purring tabby laid; To her low chair a little maiden clings, And spells in silence-while the Blackbird sings. |