Alfred Tennyson: Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial e — Alfred Tennyson

Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Alfred Tennyson

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