Tuesday Poem – Nothing will Die by Alfred Lord Tennyson

When will the stream be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Over the sky?

When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of beating?
And nature die?
Never, O, never, nothing will die;

The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.

Nothing will die;
All things will change
Thro’ eternity.
’Tis the world’s winter;
Autumn and summer
Are gone long ago;
Earth is dry to the centre,
But spring, a new comer,
A spring rich and strange,
Shall make the winds blow
Round and round,
Thro’ and thro’,
Here and there,
Till the air
And the ground
Shall be fill’d with life anew.

The world was never made;
It will change, but it will not fade.
So let the wind range;
For even and morn
Ever will be
Thro’ eternity.
Nothing was born;
Nothing will die;
All things will change.

Alfred Lord Tennyson, the distinguished and popular Victorian Poet wrote two poems about the concept of dying and I haven’t yet discovered which was first. I came across the one above and found it an interesting poem. Is it about dealing with change? As we move into late autumn it is an appropriate poem to think on. Does he refer to the recycling of dead things back into the earth and their melding into the earths plant and mineral matter.images Are human beings included in his ‘Nothing will die’?  Is he just playing with ideas?  Tennyson also wrote a poem called All Things Will Die. I haven’t yet discovered which came first. To read All Things Will Die and enjoy an interesting discussion from others on the topic go here

For a brief biography of Tennyson go here Or for a controversial scientific point of view  implying that intelligence existed prior to matter and that consciousness lives on go here

Lots of food for thought on a Tuesday. Enjoy, and if you want to read more Tuesday Poems return to the Tuesday Poem Hub.