I
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of O Love, Love, Love!
O Love, Love, Love! oh, withering might!
O sun, that at thy noonday height
Shudderest, when I strain my sight,
Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light!
Lo! falling from my constant mind,
Lo! parched and withered, deaf and blind,
I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.