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TENNYSON. I am Merlin And I am dying, I am Merlin who followed the gleam; Tennyson's Merlin and gleam.

O TENNYSON! Of poets loved the best;
Greatest in Queen Victoria's happy reign;
Now thou hast passed thy “bourne of Time and

Place"
And smiling sees thy “Pilot face to face"
With head uncovered and on bended Knee

A rosebud, tear-stained, bring I for thy breast

(The full-moon, sailing slowly tow'rds the West This Autumn morn-after the wind and rain)

Or rugged verse, in all its poverty

Feebly to tell how dear thy poetry
To me since ever boyhood's dreamy time:
Master of Song! thy fame in every clime

Shall live—for Prophets' voice and vision thine “Thro' all the ages” till suns no more shall shine.

JOHN FULLERTON. -For The Magazine of Poetry.

Merlin has gone, has gone; and through the land,

The melancholy message wings its way

To careless-ordered garden by the bay
Back o'er the narrow strait to island stand
Where Camelot looks down on wild Broceliand.

Merlin has gone; Merlin the wizard, who found

In the past's glimmering tide and hailed him king

Arthur, great Uther's son, and so did sing The mystic glories of the Table Round That ever its name will live so long as song shall

sound.

TENNYSON.

The brightest star in Britain's sky of fame

Has passed beyond the range of mortal sight; But on the hearts of men a deathless name

Is graved in characters of golden light.

Merlin has gone; Merlin who followed the gleam

And made us follow it, the flying tale

Of the last tournament, the Holy Grail, And Arthur's passing till the enchantress dream Dwells with us still awake, no visionary theme.

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