I memorized this poem almost immediately after I read it. It's just so beautiful and sad. I love it.
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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My Favorite Poems
PoesíaFrom Robert Frost to Shakespeare, from daffodils to The Cremation of Sam McGee, this book is a collection of some of the greatest, loveliest, funniest, and just most beautifulist poems (in my opinion) ever written. Enjoy. I designed the cover and @S...
