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'BEAT little heart I give you this and this'	A
Who are you What the Lady Hamilton	B
Good I am never weary painting you	C
To sit once more Cassandra Hebe Joan	D
Or spinning at your wheel beside the vine	E
Bacchante what you will and if I fail	F
To conjure and concentrate into form	G
And colour all you are the fault is less	A
In me than Art What Artist ever yet	H
Could make pure light live on the canvas Art	I
Why should I so disrelish that short word	J
Where am I snow on all the hills so hot	K
So fever'd never colt would more delight	L
To roll himself in meadow grass than I	M
To wallow in that winter of the hills	A
Nurse were you hired or came of your own will	N
To wait on one so broken so forlorn	O
Have I not met you somewhere long ago	P
I am all but sure I have in Kendal church	Q
O yes I hired you for a season there	R
And then we parted but you look so kind	S
That you will not deny my sultry throat	T
One draught of icy water There you spill	N
The drops upon my forehead Your hand shakes	A
I am ashamed I am a trouble to you	C
Could kneel for your forgiveness Are they tears	A
For me they do me too much grace for me	U
O Mary Mary	U
Vexing you with words	A
Words only born of fever or the fumes	A
Of that dark opiate dose you gave me words	A
Wild babble I have stumbled back again	V
Into the common clay the sounder self	W
God stay me there if only for your sake	X
The truest kindliest noblest hearted wife	Y
That ever wore a Christian marriage ring	Z
My curse upon the Master's apothegm	U
That wife and children drag an Artist down	A2
This seem'd my lodestar in the Heaven of Art	I
And lured me from the household fire on earth	B2
To you my days have been a life long lie	M
Grafted on half a truth and tho' you say	A
'Take comfort you have won the Painter's fame '	C2
The best in me that sees the worst in me	U
And groans to see it finds no comfort there	R
What fame I am not Rapha l Titian no	P
Nor even a Sir Joshua some will cry	M
Wrong there The painter's fame but mine that grew	C
Blown into glittering by the popular breath	D2
May float awhile beneath the sun may roll	E2
The rainbow hues of heaven about it	F2
There	R
The colour'd bubble bursts above the abyss	A
Of Darkness utter Lethe	D2
	-
Is it so	P
Her sad eyes plead for my own fame with me	U
To make it dearer	G2
	-
Look the sun has risen	B
To flame along another dreary day	A
Your hand How bright you keep your marriage ring	Z
Raise me I thank you	C
	-
Has your opiate then	V
Bred this black mood or am I conscious more	H2
Than other Masters of the chasm between	I2
Work and Ideal Or does the gloom of Age	J2
And suffering cloud the height I stand upon	K2
Even from myself stand stood no more	H2
And yet	H
The world would lose if such a wife as you	C
Should vanish unrecorded Might I crave	L2
One favour I am bankrupt of all claim	U
On your obedience and my strongest wish	M2
Falls flat before your least unwillingness	A
Still would you if it please you sit to me	U
I dream'd last night of that clear summer noon	N2
When seated on a rock and foot to foot	O2
With your own shadow in the placid lake	X
You claspt our infant daughter heart to heart	I
I had been among the hills and brought you down	A2
A length of staghorn moss and this you twined	S
About her cap I see the picture yet	H
Mother and child A sound from far away	A
No louder than a bee among the flowers	A
A fall of water lull'd the noon asleep	P2
You still'd it for the moment with a song	Q2
Which often echo'd in me while I stood	R2
Before the great Madonna masterpieces	A
Of ancient Art in Paris or in Rome	U
Mary my crayons if I can I will	N
You should have been I might have made you once	A
Had I but known you as I know you now	S2
The true Alcestis of the time Your song	Q2
Sit listen I remember it a proof	T2
That I even I at times remember'd you	C
'Beat upon mine little heart beat beat	U2
Beat upon mine you are mine my sweet	U2
All mine from your pretty blue eyes to your feet	U2
My sweet '	-
Less profile turn to me three quarter face	A
'Sleep little blossom my honey my bliss	A
For I give you this and I give you this	A
And I blind your pretty blue eyes with a kiss	A
Sleep '	-
Too early blinded by the kiss of death	D2
'Father and Mother will watch you grow'	H2
You watch'd not I she did not grow she died	V2
'Father and Mother will watch you grow	H2
And gather the roses whenever they blow	H2
And find the white heather wherever you go	H2
My sweet '	-
Ah my white heather only blooms in heaven	B
With Milton's amaranth There there there a child	W2
Had shamed me at it Down you idle tools	A
Stampt into dust tremulous all awry	H2
Blurr'd like a landskip in a ruffled pool	X2
Not one stroke firm This Art that harlot like	Y2
Seduced me from you leaves me harlot like	Y2
Who love her still and whimper impotent	Z2
To win her back before I die and then	V
Then in the loud world's bastard judgment day	A
One truth will damn me with the mindless mob	A3
Who feel no touch of my temptation more	H2
Than all the myriad lies that blacken round	B3
The corpse of every man that gains a name	U
'This model husband this fine Artist' Fool	X2
What matters Six foot deep of burial mould	C3
Will dull their comments Ay but when the shout	D3
Of His descending peals from Heaven and throbs	A
Thro' earth and all her graves if He should ask	E3
'Why left you wife and children for my sake	X
According to my word ' and I replied	V2
'Nay Lord for Art ' why that would sound so mean	I2
That all the dead who wait the doom of Hell	F3
For bolder sins than mine adulteries	A
Wife murders nay the ruthless Mussulman	I2
Who flings his bowstrung Harem in the sea	A
Would turn and glare at me and point and jeer	H2
And gibber at the worm who living made	G3
The wife of wives a widow bride and lost	H3
Salvation for a sketch	I3
I am wild again	I2
The coals of fire you heap upon my head	J3
Have crazed me Someone knocking there without	D3
No Will my Indian brother come to find	S
Me or my coffin Should I know the man	I2
This worn out Reason dying in her house	A
May leave the windows blinded and if so	A
Bid him farewell for me and tell him	U
Hope	K3
I hear a death bed Angel whisper 'Hope '	-
The miserable have no medicine	I2
But only Hope He said it in the play	A
His crime was of the senses of the mind	S
Mine worse cold calculated	L3
Tell my son	I2
O let me lean my head upon your breast	M3
'Beat little heart' on this foul brain of mine	I2
I once had friends and many none like you	C
I love you more than when we married Hope	K3
O yes I hope or fancy that perhaps	A
Human forgiveness touches heaven and thence	A
For you forgive me you are sure of that	N3
Reflected sends a light on the forgiven	I2

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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