Friday, August 08, 2008

The sound of a voice that is still

Break, break, break,
On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me,

O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he sings for his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings on his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

(Lord Tennyson)


  1. Thanks cousin. Physically ok. Just a bit emotional. Will share more soon when I gather my thoughts.


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