Alfred Tennyson: And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new w

And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far — Alfred Tennyson

And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.

Alfred Tennyson

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