LXVII

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Palace of Art

Back on herself her serpent pride had curled.

"No voice," she shrieked in that lone hall,

"No voice breaks through the stillness of this world—

"One deep, deep silence all."

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