Sonnet

March 26, 2007 - 10:48pm Submitted by Karl DeBisschop
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
  Check every outflash, every ruder sally
Of thought and speech; speak low, and give up wholly
Thy spirit to mild-minded Melancholy;
This is the place. Through yonder poplar alley
Below, the blue-green river windeth slowly;

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