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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 130 by Alfred Lord Tennyson


Thy voice is on the rolling air;
  I hear thee where the waters run;
  Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair.

What art thou then? I cannot guess;
  But tho’ I seem in star and flower
;;To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less:

My love involves the love before;
;;My love is vaster passion now;
;;Tho’ mix’d with *** and Nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more.

Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
;;I have thee still, and I rejoice;
;;I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho’ I die.