songs

And shook the songs, the whispers, and the shrieks

Of the wild woods together ; and a Voice

Tennyson, in a letter to Mr. Dawson, tellsus that the songs were not

an afterthought, although they were not included in the poem until

Like linnets in the pauses of the wind :

And here I give the story and the songs.

Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.

Let us go hence together without fear;

But, O sweet single heart whose work is done,

Whose songs are silent, how should I forget

That ere the sunset's fiery goal was won

And years the thanksgiving of ages;

I bring you my handful of songs.

And from bower unto bower

The songs of the birds begin,

I sing with sighing between.

stories,

Blows with a perfume of songs and of memories beloved from a boy,

Blows from the capes of the past oversea to the bays of the present,