Break Break Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson
b'Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to classic poetry.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nBreak, Break, Break\\nby Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809\\u20131892) \\n \\nBreak, break, break, \\nOn thy cold grey stones, O Sea! \\nAnd I would that my tongue could utter \\nThe thoughts that arise in me. \\n \\nO well for the fisherman\\u2019s boy, \\nThat he shouts with his sister at play! \\nO well for the sailor lad, \\nThat he sings in his boat on the bay! \\n \\nAnd the stately ships go on \\nTo their haven under the hill; \\nBut O for the touch of a vanished hand, \\nAnd the sound of a voice that is still! \\n \\nBreak, break, break, \\nAt the foot of thy crags, O Sea! \\nBut the tender grace of a day that is dead \\nWill never come back to me.'