Then Come Away, My Love

Then come away, my love,
Let the world rush on by;
While the heavens are fleeting above,
Come away, you and I:

For the light fades on the plain,
And the lark flies to her nest,
And the fox seeks out his den, –
And I long for your breast.

The night was made for rest,
And I am aweary of day,
And would faint on your soft breast: –
My love, come away.

2 Responses to “Then Come Away, My Love”

  1. Sherry says:
    November 2, 2009 at 7:02 am

    “I Am Half-Sick of Shadows,” Said the Lady of Shalott.

  2. pitchford says:
    November 2, 2009 at 9:32 am

    I love Tennyson. He’s in a class of his own.

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