Tennyson’s Suppressed Poems

XI

Lost Hope

Alfred Tennyson


YOU cast to ground the hope which once was mine,
        But did the while your harsh decree deplore,
Embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine,
        My heart, where Hope had been and was no more.

So on an oaken sprout
        A goodly acorn grew;
But winds from heaven shook the acorn out,
        And filled the cup with dew.


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