II
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Flight
Ah, clasp me in your arms, sister, ah, fold me to your breast!
Ah, let me weep my fill once more, and cry myself to rest!
To rest? to rest and wake no more were better rest for me,
Than to waken every morning to that face I loathe to see: