To Alfred Tennyson, My Grandson
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
Golden-haird Ally whose name is one with mine,
Crazy with laughter and babble and earths new wine,
Now that the flower of a year and a half is thine,
O little blossom, O mine, and mine of mine,
Glorious poet who never hast written a line,
Laugh, for the name at the head of my verse is thine.
Mayst thou never be wrongd by the name that is mine!