Glittering Sail



    Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

-Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892),
Tears, Idle Tears







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