SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON <br /> <br />Wouldst thou know the knightly clash of steel on steel? <br />Or list the throstle singing loud and clear? <br />Or walk at twilight by some haunted mere <br />In Surrey; or in throbbing London feel <br />Life's pulse at highest--hark, the minster's peal! . . . <br />Turn but the page, that various world is here!<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sestet/
