Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson — Love, Pride and Forgetfulness

Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb, Love laboured honey busily.

I was the hive and Love the bee, My heart the honey-comb.

One very dark and chilly night Pride came beneath and held a light.

The cruel vapours went through all, Sweet Love was withered in his cell;

Pride took Love's sweets, and by a spell Did change them into gall;

And Memory tho' fed by Pride Did wax so thin on gall, Awhile she scarcely lived at all, What marvel that she died?

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