XIII

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

He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know.

And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine—

Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.

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