Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson. In Memoriam.
Blwyddyn Newydd Dda .... Happy New Year
Mad that was beautiful. Thank you for that gift on New Years Day.
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Love Renee xoxo
Great poem,I love Tennyson, my favourite is charge of the light brigade. Happy New year to you and i hope you don't mind but i've tagged you into a meme, hope you enjoy x
ReplyDeleteThank you for reminding me of a lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteMust remember to read more poetry. Thank you for reminding me of that, too.
Happy New Year !! Jean xx
Verrrry nice. Happy new year to you and yours Mad. x
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year to you and Spotty Boy - Lots of Love from Catherine, Henry, Molly and Wee Pup Badge xxx
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, and a Happy New Year to you.
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