LXXIII

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

And knows not if it be thunder or the sound

Of stones thrown down, or one deep cry

Of great wild beasts; then thinketh, "I have found

A new land, but I die."

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