Sonnet [Could I Outwear My Present State Of Woe]

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Title:     Sonnet [Could I Outwear My Present State Of Woe]
Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson [More Titles by Tennyson]

Could I outwear my present state of woe
With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring
Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow
The wan dark coil of faded suffering--
Forth in the pride of beauty issuing
A sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers,
Moving his crest to all sweet plots of flowers
And watered vallies where the young birds sing;
Could I thus hope my lost delights renewing,
I straightly would commend the tears to creep
From my charged lids; but inwardly I weep:
Some vital heat as yet my heart is wooing:
This to itself hath drawn the frozen rain
From my cold eyes and melted it again.

[The end]
Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem: Sonnet [Could I Outwear My Present State Of Woe]

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