Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after. The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow. For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Alfred Lord TennysonAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: August 6, 1809
- Died: October 6, 1892
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