Alfred, Lord Tennyson - To E. L. lyrics

Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls Of water, sheets of summer gla**, The long divine Peneian pa**, The vast Akrokeraunian walls, Tomohrit, Athos, all things fair, With such a pencil, such a pen, You shadow forth to distant men, I read and felt that I was there: And trust me, while I turn'd the page, And track'd you still on cla**ic ground, I grew in gladness till I found My spirits in the golden age. For me the torrent ever pour'd And glisten'd ­ here and there alone The broad-limb'd Gods at random thrown By fountain-urns;-and Naiads oar'd A glimmering shoulder under gloom Of cavern pillars; on the swell The silver lily heaved and fell; And many a slope was rich in bloom From him that on the mountain lea By dancing rivulets fed his flocks, To him who sat upon the rocks, And fluted to the morning sea.