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Mon, 08 Jun 2009
Once again here is a classic fairy story. The Sleeping Beauty by "Alfred Lord Tennyson."

Sleeping Beauty, surely that is a story, a fairy tale ? or Pantomime! But did you know that it was a wonderful poem as well. This was no ordinary poet, this was written by the Poet Laureate "Alfred Lord Tennyson" It is really lovely don't you think?

Sleeping Beauty

     Year after year unto her feet,
She lying in her couch alone,
Across the purple coverlet
The maiden's jet-black hair has grown,
On either side her trancèd form
Forth streaming from a braid of pearl :
The slumberous light is rich and warm,
And moves not on the rounded curl.


The silk star-broider'd coverlid
Unto her limbs itself doth mould
Languidly ever; and, amid
Her full black ringlets downward roll'd,
Glows forth each softly-shadow'd arm
With bracelets of the diamond bright :
Her constant beauty doth inform
Stillness with love, and day with light.



The
fairy Prince with joyful eyesShe sleeps : her breathings are not heard
In palace chambers far apart
The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd
That lie upon her charmèd heart.
She sleeps : on either hand upswells
The gold- fringed pillow lightly prest :
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells
A perfect form in perfect rest.

All precious things, discover'd late,
To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in sequel works with fate,
And draws the veil from hidden worth.
He travels far from other skies -
His mantle glitters on the rocks -
A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes,
And lighter-footed than the fox.


He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks :
He breaks the hedge : he enters there :
The colour flies into his cheeks :
He trusts to light on something fair;
For all his life the charm did talk
About his path, and hover near
With words of promise in his walk,
And whisper'd voices at his ear.

More close and close his footsteps wind :
The Magic Music in his heart
Beats quick and quicker, till he find

The quiet chamber far apart.
His spirit flutters like a lark,
He stoop - to kiss her - on his knee.
"Love, if hey tresses be so dark,
How dark those hidden eyes must be !" 
Posted 16:30

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