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Mon, 08 Jun 2009
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 Once again here is a classic fairy story. The Sleeping Beauty by "Alfred Lord Tennyson."
Sleeping Beauty, surely that is a
story, a fairy tale ? or Pantomime! But did you
know that it was a wonderful poem as well. This was
no ordinary poet, this was written by the Poet
Laureate "Alfred Lord Tennyson" It is really lovely
don't you
think?
Year after year unto her feet,
She lying in her
couch alone,
Across the purple coverlet
The
maiden's jet-black hair has grown,
On either
side her trancèd form
Forth streaming from a
braid of pearl :
The slumberous light is rich
and warm,
And moves not on the rounded
curl.
 The silk star-broider'd
coverlid
Unto her limbs itself doth
mould
Languidly ever; and, amid
Her full
black ringlets downward roll'd,
Glows forth each
softly-shadow'd arm
With bracelets of the
diamond bright :
Her constant beauty doth
inform
Stillness with love, and day with
light.
 She sleeps : her breathings are
not heard
In palace chambers far apart
The
fragrant tresses are not stirr'd
That lie upon
her charmèd heart.
She sleeps : on either hand
upswells
The gold- fringed pillow lightly prest
:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells
A
perfect form in perfect rest.
All precious
things, discover'd late,
To those that seek them
issue forth;
For love in sequel works with
fate,
And draws the veil from hidden
worth.
He travels far from other skies -
His
mantle glitters on the rocks -
A fairy Prince,
with joyful eyes,
And lighter-footed than the
fox.
He comes, scarce knowing what he
seeks :
He breaks the hedge : he enters there
:
The colour flies into his cheeks
:
He trusts to light
on something
fair;
 For all his life the
charm did talk
About his path, and hover
near
With words of promise in his
walk,
And whisper'd voices
at his ear.
More close and close his
footsteps wind :
The Magic Music in his
heart
Beats quick and quicker, till he
find
The quiet chamber
far apart.
His spirit flutters
like a lark,
He stoop - to kiss
her - on his
knee.
"Love, if hey
tresses be so dark,
How dark those hidden eyes
must be !"
Posted 14:30
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