Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — Alfred Tennyson
(1920)
“ The silvery dimness of a happy dream I've known of late. Methought where Byron moans, Like some wild gulf in melancholy zones, I passed tear-blinded. Once a lurid gleam Of stormy sunset loitered on the sea, While, travelling troubled like a straitened stream, The voice of Shelley died away from me. ”
