There rolls the deep where grew the tree;
O Earth! what changes hast thou seen?
There where the long street roars
Hath been the stillness of the central Sea.

The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands
They melt like mist, the solid lands
Like clouds, they shape themselves and go.
( Mr. Tea 'ulmmm'/'mmneurgh', Thu 14 Jun 2012, 17:59, archived)

That's a bit good.
What is it?
( TFD is sporting this season's finest necropants, Thu 14 Jun 2012, 18:01, archived)

Tennyson, 'In Memorian A.H.H.'. It's maaassive, fraid I don't know any of the rest of it.
Where's yours from?

YES I AM TALKING TO A GIRL ON THE INTERNET ABOUT POETRY, DEAL WITH IT LOSERS.
( Mr. Tea 'ulmmm'/'mmneurgh', Thu 14 Jun 2012, 18:05, archived)