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Lines from The Lovers TaleByAlfred, Lord Tennyson Set to music and photography

Loves arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope

And Hope kissed Love,

And Love drew in her breath at that close kiss

And drank Hopes whispered tales.

They said that Love would die when Hope was gone;

And Love mourned long, and sorrowed after Hope.

At last she sought out Memory,

And they trod the same old paths Where Love had walked with Hope,

And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

Poetry: Alfred, Lord Tennyson, from The Lovers Tale

Photography: Rick Garlikov

The Voice of: Gregory Thomas

Pianist: Gregory Freeze

The Music of Jules Massenet:Ah fuyez, douce image

Designed and produced by Rick Garlikov

Recording from Natural Selections Egress Records, Birmingham, AlabamaTrack 5Unknown Artistnull133360.3