Poetry to ponder.

In Memoriam

Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only through the faded leaf
The chestnut pattering to the ground:

Calm and deep peace on this high wold,
And on these dews that drench the furze,
And all the silvery gossamers
That twinkle into green and gold:

Calm and still light on yon great plain
That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,
And crowded farms and lessening towers,
To mingle with the bounding main:

Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden to the fall;
And in my heart, if calm at all,
If any calm, a calm despair:

Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,
And waves that sway themselves in rest,
And dead calm in that noble breast
Which heaves but with the heaving deep.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

Well I got nothing else to blog on or to brag on.
So I reckon I should share this poem which is one of my assignment right now. (apart from other many assignmentsss)
I have to analyze this poem, not in terms of the meaning, but in terms of its phonological, semantic, lexical and syntactical structure.
Which is such a bore.
I rather interpret the meaning than the above mentioned.

What more, I have to present this in front of the class. (malu malu malu!)
Kena baca dengan penuh drama ni. uhu.

Help?