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With one black shadow at its feet	A
The house thro' all the level shines	B
Close latticed to the brooding heat	A
And silent in its dusty vines	B
A faint blue ridge upon the right	C
An empty river bed before	D
And shallows on a distant shore	D
In glaring sand and inlets bright	C
But Aye Mary made she moan	E
And Aye Mary night and morn	F
And Ah she sang to be all alone	E
To live forgotten and love forlorn	F
	-
She as her carol sadder grew	G
From brow and bosom slowly down	H
Thro' rosy taper fingers drew	G
Her streaming curls of deepest brown	H
To left and right and made appear	I
Still lighted in a secret shrine	J
Her melancholy eyes divine	J
The home of woe without a tear	K
And Aye Mary was her moan	E
Madonna sad is night and morn	F
And Ah she sang to be all alone	E
To live forgotten and love forlorn	F
	-
Till all the crimson changed and past	L
Into deep orange o'er the sea	M
Low on her knees herself she cast	L
Before Our Lady murmur'd she	M
Complaining Mother give me grace	N
To help me of my weary load	O
And on the liquid mirror glow'd	O
The clear perfection of her face	N
Is this the form she made her moan	E
That won his praises night and morn	F
And Ah she said but I wake alone	E
I sleep forgotten I wake forlorn	F
	-
Nor bird would sing nor lamb would bleat	O
Nor any cloud would cross the vault	O
But day increased from heat to heat	O
On stony drought and steaming salt	O
Till now at noon she slept again	P
And seem'd knee deep in mountain grass	Q
And heard her native breezes pass	Q
And runlets babbling down the glen	P
She breathed in sleep a lower moan	E
And murmuring as at night and morn	F
She thought My spirit is here alone	E
Walks forgotten and is forlorn	F
	-
Dreaming she knew it was a dream	R
She felt he was and was not there	K
She woke the babble of the stream	R
Fell and without the steady glare	K
Shrank one sick willow sere and small	S
The river bed was dusty white	O
And all the furnace of the light	O
Struck up against the blinding wall	S
She whisper'd with a stifled moan	E
More inward than at night or morn	F
Sweet Mother let me not here alone	E
Live forgotten and die forlorn	F
	-
And rising from her bosom drew	G
Old letters breathing of her worth	T
For Love they said must needs be true	G
To what is loveliest upon earth	T
An image seem'd to pass the door	D
To look at her with slight and say	U
But now thy beauty flows away	U
So be alone for evermore	D
O cruel heart she changed her tone	E
And cruel love whose end is scorn	F
Is this the end to be left alone	E
To live forgotten and die forlorn	F
	-
But sometimes in the falling day	U
An image seem'd to pass the door	D
To look into her eyes and say	U
But thou shalt be alone no more	D
And flaming downward over all	S
From heat to heat the day decreased	O
And slowly rounded to the east	O
The one black shadow from the wall	S
The day to night she made her moan	E
The day to night the night to morn	F
And day and night I am left alone	E
To live forgotten and love forlorn	F
	-
At eve a dry cicala sung	V
There came a sound as of the sea	M
Backward the lattice blind she flung	V
And lean'd upon the balcony	M
There all in spaces rosy bright	O
Large Hesper glitter'd on her tears	W
And deepening thro' the silent spheres	X
Heaven over Heaven rose the night	O
And weeping then she made her moan	E
The night comes on that knows not morn	F
When I shall cease to be all alone	E
To live forgotten and love forlorn	F

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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