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V. Her Exemption from the Common Aspects of DecayFrederick Tennyson (18071898)
O
Bendest beneath the storms, but dost not break,
Whom in thy tears kind thoughts do not forsake,
As blessed odors live in thunder-showers;
Whether the sun shines forth, or tempest lowers,
Thou art unshaken. In thine utmost need,
While iron pride is shattered like a reed,
Thy wingéd hopes fly onward with the hours.
Therefore thine eye through mist of many days
Shines bright; and beauty, like a lingering rose,
Sits on thy cheek, and in thy laughter plays,
While wintry frosts have fallen on thy foes;
And like a vale that breathes the western sky,
Thy heart is green, though summer is gone by.