[ConorMacNessa]

Sorry for the double post - I forgot the picture. :)

Break, Break, Break.

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad.
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[JustAmy]

No problem with double post. I would have hated to miss the picture.

:)

[Billie]

Can't thank you enough for all these lovely posts you've been making, Conor. Beautiful pictures, wonderful poets & poems!

[jaycee]

Great picture, Conor, and Tennyson’s poem is perfect! Thanks!