Tennyson has found at last
Avalon and all that past
no longer hidden in the mists
of what could have been
the kingdoms that would last.
such citadels his poems to me
can never deconstructed be
and elegies without end
unfold the petals of these hours.
lay no flowers at his tomb
he lives again whenever we resume
the reading of him
at any juncture.lyric and steadfast,
the unabated mourning of a friend.
the sentimental, set to exquisite rights.
mary angela douglas 17 january 2023
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