Text: | The Angel Guest |
Author: | Tennyson |
1 How pure in heart and sound in head,
With what divine affections bold,
Should be the man whose thought would hold
An hour's communion with the dead.
2 In vain shalt thou, or any, call
The spirits from their golden day,
Except like them, thou too canst say
My spirit is at peace with all.
3 They haunt the silence of the breast,
Imagination calm and fair,
The memory like a cloudless air,
The conscience as a sea at rest:
4 But when the heart is full of din,
And doubt beside the portal waits,
They can but listen at the gates,
And hear the household jar within.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How pure in heart and sound in head |
Title: | The Angel Guest |
Author: | Tennyson |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1857 |