"The stars," she whispers, "blindly run: A web is wov'n across the sky; From our waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun."


Alfred Tennyson's Poetical Works, In Memoriam A.H.H., Section III, Stanza II

Alfred Quotes

The stars, she whispers, blindly run: A web is wov'n across the sky; From our waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun.

The stars, she whispers, blindly run: A web is wov'n across the sky; From our waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun.

The stars, she whispers, blindly run: A web is wov'n across the sky; From our waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun.

The stars, she whispers, blindly run: A web is wov'n across the sky; From our waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun.