Emily Tennyson

Emily Tennyson

2014, oil on panel, 16 x 20”

O somewhere, meek, unconscious dove

That sittest ranging golden hair;

And glad to find thyself so fair,

Poor child, that waitest for thy love!


For now her father’s chimney glows

In expectation of a guest;

And thinking “this will please him best,”

She takes a riband or a rose;


For he will see them on to-night;

And with the thought her colour burns;

And, having left the glass, she turns

Once more to set a ringlet right;


And, even when she turn’d, the curse

Had fallen, and her future Lord

Was drown’d in passing thro’ the ford,

Or kill’d in falling from his horse.


-Tennyson, In Memoriam

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