Friday, February 24, 2012

Lord Alfred Tennyson

Forgive me for a bit of crass commercialism. Forgive me presuming to play with the poetry of Lord  Alfred Tennyson. Still, one has to pay the bills and why not have a little fun in a Stressless chair.



Thoughts of Spring occurring while sitting in a Stressless reading Tennyson

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.
Many a night … [I marveled in my Stressless] , ere I went to rest,
Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.

[Many a dark and lonely night, solitary gazed the silvery moon,
Until the clouds, all shades of grey softly covered its light all too soon.]
When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see;
Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.—

[Ere I closed my book, an old copy of Lord Alfred Tennyson;
I looked about, one last time, and composed these thoughts just for fun.

Forgive me gentle reader, if I assuredly assume,
To place another’s words in my own poor costume

But when the blackest night again turned to the brightest morn,
And I saw the golden sun light the world once more.

The earth rising from its silent slumber,
And winter’s leaves stirring in the wind, a pale shade of golden amber.

From Locksley Hall, those simple lines stirred within me,
Fired by Minerva inspiration, Tennyson’s words set me free.

Those words were these: ]

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring … [one’s] fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

[And what love’s fancy could be more fair,
Than to sit and compose a poem in a Stressless chair.]
The better part of the poetry is Lord Alfred Tennyson's Locksley Hall. The Stressless chair is the Vegas, perfect for watching the stars.

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