In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 38

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3745017In Memoriam (Tennyson) — Canto XXXVIII.Alfred Tennyson

xxxviii.

With weary steps I loiter on,
Tho' always under alter'd skies
The purple from the distance dies,
My prospect and horizon gone.

No joy the blowing season gives,
The herald melodies of spring,
But in the songs I love to sing
A doubtful gleam of solace lives.

If any care for what is here
Survive in spirits render'd free,
Then are these songs I sing of thee
Not all ungrateful to thine ear.