Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson — Song ''Every day hath its night''

I

Every day hath its night: Every night its morn: Through dark and bright Wingèd hours are borne;

Ah!

welaway!

Seasons flower and fade;

Golden calm and storm Mingle day by day.

There is no bright form Doth not cast a shade-- Ah!

welaway!

II

When we laugh, and our mirth Apes the happy vein, We're so kin to earth Pleasuance fathers pain-- Ah!

welaway!

Madness laugheth loud: Laughter bringeth tears: Eyes are worn away Till the end of fears Cometh in the shroud, Ah!

welaway!

III

All is change, woe or weal;

Joy is sorrow's brother;

Grief and sadness steal Symbols of each other;

Ah!

welaway!

Larks in heaven's cope Sing: the culvers mourn All the livelong day.

Be not all forlorn;

Let us weep in hope-- Ah!

welaway!

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