The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their polity shall long survive. Charles Tennyson Turner More Quotes by Charles Tennyson Turner More Quotes From Charles Tennyson Turner The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest. Charles Tennyson Turner rainbow magic eye It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known. Charles Tennyson Turner farewell perfect night When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul. Charles Tennyson Turner home sweet believe Not until he stood at the altar did he achieve a sense of being hale and furnished. It was strange, he thought, that a man would find his surest current in the spot where he felt least worthy. Charles Tennyson Turner thought man achieve strange
