It's been one of those days. Grey and rainy and windy and cold. Instead of getting things done I'm reading poetry and daydreaming. Shhh...don't tell.
I've always been indifferent to Tennyson. But I liked this stanza from Maud when I read it today.
Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful doze I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.
