1The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
2The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
3Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
4And after many a summer dies the swan.
5Me only cruel immortality
6Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms,
7Here at the quiet limit of the world,
8A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
9The ever-silent spaces of the East,
10Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.
11 Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man—
12So glorious in his beauty and thy choice,
13Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd
14To his great heart none other than a God!
15I ask'd thee, 'Give me immortality.'
16Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile,
17Like wealthy men, who care not how they give.
18But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills,
19And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me,
20And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd
21To dwell in presence of immortal youth,
22Immortal age beside immortal youth,
23And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love,
24Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now,
25Close over us, the silver star, thy guide,
26Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears
27To hear me? Let me go: take back thy gift:
28Why should a man desire in any way
29To vary from the kindly race of men
30Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance
31Where all should pause, as is most meet for all?
32 A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes
33A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
34Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
35From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
36And bosom beating with a heart renew'd.
37Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom,
38Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
39Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
40Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
41And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes,
42And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.
43 Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful
44In silence, then before thine answer given
45Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek.
46 Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,
47And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,
48In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?
49'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.'
50 Ay me! ay me! with what another heart
51In days far-off, and with what other eyes
52I used to watch—if I be he that watch'd—
53The lucid outline forming round thee; saw
54The dim curls kindle into sunny rings;
55Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood
56Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all
57Thy presence and thy portals, while I lay,
58Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm
59With kisses balmier than half-opening buds
60Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd
61Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet,
62Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing,
63While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.
64 Yet hold me not for ever in thine East:
65How can my nature longer mix with thine?
66Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold
67Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet
68Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam
69Floats up from those dim fields about the homes
70Of happy men that have the power to die,
71And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
72Release me, and restore me to the ground;
73Thou seëst all things, thou wilt see my grave:
74Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn;
75I earth in earth forget these empty courts,
76And thee returning on thy silver wheels.
1The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
2The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
3Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
4And after many a summer dies the swan.
5Me only cruel immortality
6Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms,
7Here at the quiet limit of the world,
8A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
9The ever-silent spaces of the East,
10Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.
11 Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man—
12So glorious in his beauty and thy choice,
13Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd
14To his great heart none other than a God!
15I ask'd thee, 'Give me immortality.'
16Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile,
17Like wealthy men, who care not how they give.
18But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills,
19And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me,
20And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd
21To dwell in presence of immortal youth,
22Immortal age beside immortal youth,
23And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love,
24Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now,
25Close over us, the silver star, thy guide,
26Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears
27To hear me? Let me go: take back thy gift:
28Why should a man desire in any way
29To vary from the kindly race of men
30Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance
31Where all should pause, as is most meet for all?
32 A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes
33A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
34Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
35From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
36And bosom beating with a heart renew'd.
37Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom,
38Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
39Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
40Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
41And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes,
42And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.
43 Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful
44In silence, then before thine answer given
45Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek.
46 Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,
47And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,
48In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?
49'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.'
50 Ay me! ay me! with what another heart
51In days far-off, and with what other eyes
52I used to watch—if I be he that watch'd—
53The lucid outline forming round thee; saw
54The dim curls kindle into sunny rings;
55Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood
56Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all
57Thy presence and thy portals, while I lay,
58Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm
59With kisses balmier than half-opening buds
60Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd
61Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet,
62Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing,
63While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.
64 Yet hold me not for ever in thine East:
65How can my nature longer mix with thine?
66Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold
67Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet
68Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam
69Floats up from those dim fields about the homes
70Of happy men that have the power to die,
71And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
72Release me, and restore me to the ground;
73Thou seëst all things, thou wilt see my grave:
74Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn;
75I earth in earth forget these empty courts,
76And thee returning on thy silver wheels.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes:
I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.
Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man—
So glorious in his beauty and thy choice,
Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd
To his great heart none other than a God!
I ask'd thee, 'Give me immortality.'
Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile,
Like wealthy men, who care not how they give.
But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills,
And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me,
And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd
To dwell in presence of immortal youth,
Immortal age beside immortal youth,
And all I was, in ashes.
Can thy love,
Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now,
Close over us, the silver star, thy guide,
Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears
To hear me? Let me go: take back thy gift:
Why should a man desire in any way
To vary from the kindly race of men
Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance
Where all should pause, as is most meet for all?
A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes
A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
And bosom beating with a heart renew'd.
Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom,
Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes,
And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.
Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful
In silence, then before thine answer given
Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek.
Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,
And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,
In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?
'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.'
Ay me! ay me! with what another heart
In days far-off, and with what other eyes
I used to watch—if I be he that watch'd—
The lucid outline forming round thee; saw
The dim curls kindle into sunny rings;
Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood
Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all
Thy presence and thy portals,
while I lay,
Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm
With kisses balmier than half-opening buds
Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd
Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet,
Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing,
While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.
Yet hold me not for ever in thine East:
How can my nature longer mix with thine?
Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold
Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet
Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam
Floats up from those dim fields about the homes
Of happy men that have the power to die,
And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
Release me, and restore me to the ground;
Thou seëst all things, thou wilt see my grave:
Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn;
I earth in earth forget these empty courts,
And thee returning on thy silver wheels.
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A Brief Biography — Learn more about Tennyson's life and work via the British Library.
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Portraits of Tennyson — See some images of Tennyson via London's National Portrait Gallery.
Tithonus in Art — Learn more about the Tithonus myth and see another artwork inspired by it—this one a painting by Francesco Solimena.