Break, Break, Break

Alfred Lord Tennyson

1809 to 1892

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         On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And the stately ships go on
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
         Will never come back to me.
And I would that my tongue could utter
O, well for the sailor lad,
         The thoughts that arise in me.
         And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
Break, break, break,
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
         That he shouts with his sister at play!
         At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
         That he sings in his boat on the bay!
         To their haven under the hill;