A Legend of Old Persia and Other Poems

by A. B. S. Tennyson

I will walk in the sun by day

And sleep beneath the moon.

I will set forth as the bells toll

And travel to the East,

Because of a sin upon my soul

And the chiding of a priest.

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The Song of the Old Men.

We are the old, old men,

Once fierce and high-hearted in frolics,