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Hide me Mother my Fathers belong'd to the church of old	A
I am driven by storm and sin and death to the ancient fold	A
I cling to the Catholic Cross once more to the Faith that saves	B
My brain is full of the crash of wrecks and the roar of waves	B
My life itself is a wreck I have sullied a noble name	C
I am flung from the rushing tide of the world as a waif of shame	C
I am roused by the wail of a child and awake to a livid light	D
And a ghastlier face than ever has haunted a grave by night	D
I would hide from the storm without I would flee from the storm within	E
I would make my life one prayer for a soul that died in his sin	E
I was the tempter Mother and mine was the deeper fall	F
I will sit at your feet I will hide my face I will tell you all	F
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II	G
He that they gave me to Mother a heedless and innocent bride	H
I never have wrong'd his heart I have only wounded his pride	H
Spain in his blood and the Jew dark visaged stately and tall	F
A princelier looking man never stept thro' a Prince's hall	F
And who when his anger was kindled would venture to give him the nay	I
And a man men fear is a man to be loved by the women they say	I
And I could have loved him too if the blossom can doat on the blight	D
Or the young green leaf rejoice in the frost that sears it at night	D
He would open the books that I prized and toss them away with a yawn	J
Repell'd by the magnet of Art to the which my nature was drawn	J
The word of the Poet by whom the deeps of the world are stirr'd	K
The music that robes it in language beneath and beyond the word	K
My Shelley would fall from my hands when he cast a contemptuous glance	L
From where he was poring over his Tables of Trade and Finance	L
My hands when I heard him coming would drop from the chords or the keys	M
But ever I fail'd to please him however I strove to please	M
All day long far off in the cloud of the city and there	N
Lost head and heart in the chances of dividend consol and share	N
And at home if I sought for a kindly caress being woman and weak	O
His formal kiss fell chill as a flake of snow on the cheek	O
And so when I bore him a girl when I held it aloft in my joy	P
He look'd at it coldly and said to me 'Pity it isn't a boy '	-
The one thing given me to love and to live for glanced at in scorn	Q
The child that I felt I could die for as if she were basely born	Q
I had lived a wild flower life I was planted now in a tomb	R
The daisy will shut to the shadow I closed my heart to the gloom	R
I threw myself all abroad I would play my part with the young	S
By the low foot lights of the world and I caught the wreath that was flung	S
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III	G
Mother I have not however their tongues may have babbled of me	T
Sinn'd thro' an animal vileness for all but a dwarf was he	T
And all but a hunchback too and I look'd at him first askance	L
With pity not he the knight for an amorous girl's romance	L
Tho' wealthy enough to have bask'd in the light of a dowerless smile	U
Having lands at home and abroad in a rich West Indian isle	U
But I came on him once at a ball the heart of a listening crowd	V
Why what a brow was there he was seated speaking aloud	V
To women the flower of the time and men at the helm of state	W
Flowing with easy greatness and touching on all things great	W
Science philosophy song till I felt myself ready to weep	X
For I knew not what when I heard that voice as mellow and deep	X
As a psalm by a mighty master and peal'd from an organ roll	Y
Rising and falling for Mother the voice was the voice of the soul	Y
And the sun of the soul made day in the dark of his wonderful eyes	Z
Here was the hand that would help me would heal me the heart that was wise	Z
And he poor man when he learnt that I hated the ring I wore	A2
He helpt me with death and he heal'd me with sorrow for evermore	A2
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IV	B2
For I broke the bond That day my nurse had brought me the child	C2
The small sweet face was flush'd but it coo'd to the Mother and smiled	C2
'Anything ailing ' I ask'd her 'with baby ' She shook her head	D2
And the Motherless Mother kiss'd it and turn'd in her haste and fled	D2
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V	B2
Low warm winds had gently breathed us away from the land	E2
Ten long sweet summer days upon deck sitting hand in hand	E2
When he clothed a naked mind with the wisdom and wealth of his own	F2
And I bow'd myself down as a slave to his intellectual throne	F2
When he coin'd into English gold some treasure of classical song	G2
When he flouted a statesman's error or flamed at a public wrong	G2
When he rose as it were on the wings of an eagle beyond me and past	H2
Over the range and the change of the world from the first to the last	H2
When lie spoke of his tropical home in the canes by the purple tide	H
And the high star crowns of his palms on the deep wooded mountain side	H
And cliffs all robed in lianas that dropt to the brink of his bay	I
And trees like the towers of a minster the sons of a winterless day	I
'Paradise there ' so he said but I seem'd in Paradise then	I2
With the first great love I had felt for the first and greatest of men	I2
Ten long days of summer and sin if it must be so	J2
But days of a larger light than I ever again shall know	J2
Days that will glimmer I fear thro' life to my latest breath	K2
'No frost there ' so he said 'as in truest Love no Death '	-
	-
VI	B2
Mother one morning a bird with a warble plaintively sweet	L2
Perch'd on the shrouds and then fell fluttering down at my feet	L2
I took it he made it a cage we fondled it Stephen and I	B2
But it died and I thought of the child for a moment I scarce know why	B2
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VII	B2
But if sin be sin not inherited fate as many will say	I
My sin to my desolate little one found me at sea on a day	I
When her orphan wail came borne in the shriek of a growing wind	M2
And a voice rang out in the thunders of Ocean and Heaven 'Thou hast sinn'd '	-
And down in the cabin were we for the towering crest of the tides	N2
Plunged on the vessel and swept in a cataract off from her sides	N2
And ever the great storm grew with a howl and a hoot of the blast	H2
In the rigging voices of hell then came the crash of the mast	H2
'The wages of sin is death ' and there I began to weep	X
'I am the Jonah the crew should cast me into the deep	X
For ah God what a heart was mine to forsake her even for you '	-
'Never the heart among women ' he said 'more tender and true '	-
'The heart not a mother's heart when I left my darling alone '	-
'Comfort yourself for the heart of the father will care for his own '	-
'The heart of the father will spurn her ' I cried 'for the sin of the wife	B2
The cloud of the mother's shame will enfold her and darken her life '	-
Then his pale face twitch'd 'O Stephen I love you I love you and yet'	H2
As I lean'd away from his arms 'would God we had never met '	-
And he spoke not only the storm till after a little I yearn'd	H2
For his voice again and he call'd to me 'Kiss me ' and there as I turn'd	H2
'The heart the heart ' I kiss'd him I clung to the sinking form	O2
And the storm went roaring above us and he was out of the storm	O2
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VIII	B2
And then then Mother the ship stagger'd under a thunderous shock	P2
That shook us asunder as if she had struck and crash'd on a rock	P2
For a huge sea smote every soul from the decks of The Falcon but one	Q2
All of them all but the man that was lash'd to the helm had gone	J
And I fell and the storm and the days went by but I knew no more	A2
Lost myself lay like the dead by the dead on the cabin floor	A2
Dead to the death beside me and lost to the loss that was mine	R2
With a dim dream now and then of a hand giving bread and wine	R2
Till I woke from the trance and the ship stood still and the skies were blue	S2
But the face I had known O Mother was not the face that I knew	S2
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IX	N2
The strange misfeaturing mask that I saw so amazed me that I	B2
Stumbled on deck half mad I would fling myself over and die	B2
But one he was waving a flag the one man left on the wreck	T2
'Woman' he graspt at my arm 'stay there' I crouch'd upon deck	T2
'We are sinking and yet there's hope look yonder ' he cried 'a sail'	S2
In a tone so rough that I broke into passionate tears and the wail	S2
Of a beaten babe till I saw that a boat was nearing us then	I2
All on a sudden I thought I shall look on the child again	I2
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X	N2
They lower'd me down the side and there in the boat I lay	S2
With sad eyes fixt on the lost sea home as we glided away	S2
And I sigh'd as the low dark hull dipt under the smiling main	U2
'Had I stay'd with him I had now with him been out of my pain '	-
	-
XI	N2
They took us aboard the crew were gentle the captain kind	H2
But I was the lonely slave of an often wandering mind	H2
For whenever a rougher gust might tumble a stormier wave	B2
'O Stephen ' I moan'd 'I am coming to thee in thine Ocean grave '	-
And again when a balmier breeze curl'd over a peacefuller sea	N2
I found myself moaning again 'O child I am coming to thee '	-
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XII	N2
The broad white brow of the Isle that bay with the colour'd sand	H2
Rich was the rose of sunset there as we drew to the land	H2
All so quiet the ripple would hardly blanch into spray	S2
At the feet of the cliff and I pray'd 'my child' for I still could pray	S2
'May her life be as blissfully calm be never gloom'd by the curse	N2
Of a sin not hers '	-
Was it well with the child	H2
I wrote to the nurse	N2
Who had borne my flower on her hireling heart and an answer came	C
Not from the nurse nor yet to the wife to her maiden name	C
I shook as I open'd the letter I knew that hand too well	S2
And from it a scrap clipt out of the 'deaths' in a paper fell	S2
'Ten long sweet summer days' of fever and want of care	N
And gone that day of the storm O Mother she came to me there	N

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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