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Nothing Will Die

[Alfred Tennyson's Poem
from his "Poetical Works"]

When will the streams be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Over the sky?
When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of beating?
And nature die?
Never, O never! Nothing will die;
The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.Nothing will die;
All things will change
Through eternity.
'Tis the world's winter;Autumn and summer
Are gone long ago.
Earth is dry to the centre,
But spring a new comer --
A spring rich and strange,
Shall make the winds blow
Round and round,
Through and through,
Here and there,
Till the air
And the ground
Shall be fill'd with life anew.
The world was never made;
It will change, but it will not fade.
So let the wind range:
For ever; and morn
Ever will be
Through eternity.
Nothing was born;
Nothing will die;
All things will change.

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