I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
The works of Alfred Tennyson. With 25 illustr. With photogr. illustr. by P. Jennings (ed. 1881)