A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON

Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Source: Part vii. Line 203.

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