FREDERICK TENNYSON. 1 341 And through gray clouds give laws unto | A little while-and lo! the charm is the realm, heard; A youth, whose life has been all summer, steals Forth from the noisy guests around the board, Creeps by her softly; at her footstool kneels ; And, when she pauses, murmurs tender things -while the Blackbird Into her fond earsings. |