 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.  The Works of Tennyson - Page 182by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1913 - 1033 pagesFull view - About this book
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