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Brigid in Cyberspace Poetry Reading

A Blogger's Silent Poetry Reading.  I almost missed this! And I'll have to be content w/Maud because a book I just finished kept quoting it at the beginning of the chapters and it's the only poem that comes to mind. For now [said ominously].   Yes, it's the beginning of Poetry Month.

Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson


Blog pix 042 COME into the garden, Maud,
    For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
    I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
    And the musk of the roses blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
    And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
    On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
    To faint in his light, and to die.

All night have the roses heard
    The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
    To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
    And a hush with the setting moon.

I said to the lily, 'There is but one
    With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone?
    She is weary of dance and play.'
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
    And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
    The last wheel echoes away.

I said to the rose, 'The brief night goes
    In babble and revel and wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those
    For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rose,
    'For ever and ever, mine.'

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
    As the music clash'd in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
    For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
    Our wood, that is dearer than all;

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
    That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
    In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
    And the valleys of Paradise.

The slender acacia would not shake
    One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
    As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
    Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
    They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
    Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
    Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls.
    To the flowers, and be their sun.

There has fallen a splendid tear
    From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
    She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;'
    And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;'
The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;'
    And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
    Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
    Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
    Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
    And blossom in purple and red.


I also have something to ask of you.

In these days of terrible economic crisis, you might want to adopt - a word! Go to Save the Words for your own word to adopt. Mind you, the site is a bit  keleusmatic.



Lovely. And thanks for the word site. Brilliant!


Save the Words ... tee!


Hmm. Let me guess what your word was... ;)


What an impressive, interesting web site!
American English, even more than British English really needs that!
I can't even pronounce my word and I've never heard it used! My education is woeful, evidently.


What a cool site. I adopted exipotic since I have to have a colonoscopy soon. ;o) TMI!


I love it! They offered me coherentific; I think I'll have to take it home with me.

deborah oak

What would the poetry reading be without some Tennyson! And thanks for the lead on adoption of words. Yes!!!


What a beautiful, classic poem and thanks for the reminder re: Poetry Month!

Hugs, G :<)


I adore Tennyson and now must go pull the books and read again...the word site is hysterical.


Oh, that's always so pretty to read.


Carrie- I adore Tennyson, so for my reading, I'm doing something completely different.

..if you get my meaning.

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Swoon! Thanks for that - I think I'm a bit misty!


A beautiful poem!

I found it hard to pick a word so I'm going to have to back. I was tempted by 'Long Play'...


Why I never realized the dictionary didn't contain ALL the words shows how deep I am. Wild little words.

Literary Feline

That Save a Word site was fun! I had fun just trying to pronounce some of those words. :-)


Great poem. I missed St. Brigid's. :(

Love the words, especially how they all eagerly ask to be picked.


Isn't it amazing how alive Tennyson can still be?! What a lovely sculpture to accompany that verse.

Bookfool, aka Nancy

Oooh, I love! Great pic to go with the poem. I adopted riviation because it sounds so much cooler than "fishing".


Aw, what a lovely selection! Good choice.

Off to save a word!


Hey Carrie, if you want to do the 10 favorite things... meme, I'm assigning you the letter "T" because you're terrific!


I've seen statues like that in real life - sometimes it's hard to tell if they are real or not!

T. Myers

I gave you a blog award today!

Carlyn Beccia

hi Carrie, love your blog. I forgot how much I enjoyed Tennyson.

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