Sonnet XLV
Tennyson. 1.
His brows were circled by a wreath of bays,
The symbol of the bard’s well-earned renown ’
Upon his head more regal than the crown
Of kings. For he by his immortal lays
Is King among the poets of these days.
And far and wide where’er our mother-tongue
Is known, his wingÃd lines are read and sung
In crowded cities and in green by-ways.
What could his country give that he had not?
Fame, wealth, love’s best companionship he had.
And, blown across the seas, no lonely spot
Of our far West but felt the effluence glad
Borne to our hearts as from ethereal fire
In the rich music of his English lyre.
