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So closed our tale of which I give you all	A
The random scheme as wildly as it rose	B
The words are mostly mine for when we ceased	C
There came a minute's pause and Walter said	D
'I wish she had not yielded ' then to me	E
'What if you drest it up poetically '	F
So prayed the men the women I gave assent	G
Yet how to bind the scattered scheme of seven	H
Together in one sheaf What style could suit	I
The men required that I should give throughout	J
The sort of mock heroic gigantesque	K
With which we bantered little Lilia first	L
The women and perhaps they felt their power	M
For something in the ballads which they sang	K
Or in their silent influence as they sat	N
Had ever seemed to wrestle with burlesque	K
And drove us last to quite a solemn close	O
They hated banter wished for something real	P
A gallant fight a noble princess why	Q
Not make her true heroic true sublime	R
Or all they said as earnest as the close	O
Which yet with such a framework scarce could be	E
Then rose a little feud betwixt the two	S
Betwixt the mockers and the realists	T
And I betwixt them both to please them both	U
And yet to give the story as it rose	B
I moved as in a strange diagonal	V
And maybe neither pleased myself nor them	W
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But Lilia pleased me for she took no part	X
In our dispute the sequel of the tale	Y
Had touched her and she sat she plucked the grass	Z
She flung it from her thinking last she fixt	X
A showery glance upon her aunt and said	X
'You tell us what we are' who might have told	X
For she was crammed with theories out of books	A2
But that there rose a shout the gates were closed	X
At sunset and the crowd were swarming now	B2
To take their leave about the garden rails	C2
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So I and some went out to these we climbed	X
The slope to Vivian place and turning saw	D2
The happy valleys half in light and half	E2
Far shadowing from the west a land of peace	F2
Gray halls alone among their massive groves	G2
Trim hamlets here and there a rustic tower	M
Half lost in belts of hop and breadths of wheat	X
The shimmering glimpses of a stream the seas	H2
A red sail or a white and far beyond	X
Imagined more than seen the skirts of France	I2
	-
'Look there a garden ' said my college friend	X
The Tory member's elder son 'and there	J2
God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off	K2
And keeps our Britain whole within herself	L2
A nation yet the rulers and the ruled	X
Some sense of duty something of a faith	M2
Some reverence for the laws ourselves have made	X
Some patient force to change them when we will	N2
Some civic manhood firm against the crowd	X
But yonder whiff there comes a sudden heat	X
The gravest citizen seems to lose his head	X
The king is scared the soldier will not fight	X
The little boys begin to shoot and stab	O2
A kingdom topples over with a shriek	K
Like an old woman and down rolls the world	X
In mock heroics stranger than our own	P2
Revolts republics revolutions most	X
No graver than a schoolboys' barring out	X
Too comic for the serious things they are	Q2
Too solemn for the comic touches in them	W
Like our wild Princess with as wise a dream	R2
As some of theirs God bless the narrow seas	H2
I wish they were a whole Atlantic broad '	-
	-
'Have patience ' I replied 'ourselves are full	S2
Of social wrong and maybe wildest dreams	T2
Are but the needful preludes of the truth	U2
For me the genial day the happy crowd	X
The sport half science fill me with a faith	M2
This fine old world of ours is but a child	X
Yet in the go cart Patience Give it time	R
To learn its limbs there is a hand that guides '	-
	-
In such discourse we gained the garden rails	C2
And there we saw Sir Walter where he stood	X
Before a tower of crimson holly hoaks	C2
Among six boys head under head and looked	X
No little lily handed Baronet he	E
A great broad shouldered genial Englishman	H
A lord of fat prize oxen and of sheep	V2
A raiser of huge melons and of pine	W2
A patron of some thirty charities	C2
A pamphleteer on guano and on grain	X2
A quarter sessions chairman abler none	H
Fair haired and redder than a windy morn	Y2
Now shaking hands with him now him of those	C2
That stood the nearest now addressed to speech	Z2
Who spoke few words and pithy such as closed	X
Welcome farewell and welcome for the year	A3
To follow a shout rose again and made	X
The long line of the approaching rookery swerve	B3
From the elms and shook the branches of the deer	A3
From slope to slope through distant ferns and rang	K
Beyond the bourn of sunset O a shout	X
More joyful than the city roar that hails	C2
Premier or king Why should not these great Sirs	C2
Give up their parks some dozen times a year	A3
To let the people breathe So thrice they cried	X
I likewise and in groups they streamed away	C3
	-
But we went back to the Abbey and sat on	D3
So much the gathering darkness charmed we sat	X
But spoke not rapt in nameless reverie	E
Perchance upon the future man the walls	C2
Blackened about us bats wheeled and owls whooped	X
And gradually the powers of the night	X
That range above the region of the wind	X
Deepening the courts of twilight broke them up	E3
Through all the silent spaces of the worlds	C2
Beyond all thought into the Heaven of Heavens	C2
	-
Last little Lilia rising quietly	E
Disrobed the glimmering statue of Sir Ralph	F3
From those rich silks and home well pleased we went	X

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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