She is for always roaming with a hungry heart.
Of course my favorite poet would have an amazing beard.
“I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb’d I would sing and say,
‘Who is it loves me? who loves not me?’
And if I should carol aloud, from aloft
All things that are forked, and horned, and soft
Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,
All looking down for the love of me.”
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ring Out, Wild Bells by Lord Alfred Tennyson
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