Friday, January 3, 2003

A Tennyson Fragment Comments

Rating: 2.6

So in the village inn the poet dwelt.
His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch,
His cousin's work, her empty labour, left.
But still he sniffed it, still a fragrance clung
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