Education English | Prose and Poetry : Ulysses | To feel, altho'no tongue can prove,
That every cloud, that spreads above
And veileth love, itself is love.
And forth into the fields I went,
And nature's living motion lent
The pulse of hope to discontent
I wonder'd at the bounteous hours,
The slow result of winter showers;
You scarce could see the grass for flowers.
I wonder'd , while I paced along;
The woods were fill'd with song,
There seem'd no room for sense of wrong;
And all so variouslly wrought,
I marvedll'd how the mind was brought
To anchor by one gloomy thought;
And wherefore rather I made choice
To commune with that barren voice,
Than him that said , "Rejoice! Rejoice!"
Taken From Alfred Tennyson ( Selected Poetry), 1951
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