© 2018 by Samantha Mack

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Canto LIX




O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me    No casual mistress, but a wife,    My bosom-friend and half of life; As I confess it needs must be;


O Sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood,    Be sometimes lovely like a bride,    And put thy harsher moods aside, If thou wilt have me wise and good.


My centred passion cannot move,    Nor will it lessen from to-day;    But I'll have leave at times to play As with the creature of my love;


And set thee forth, for thou art mine,    With so much hope for years to come,    That, howsoe'er I know thee, some Could hardly tell what name were thine.


-Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A. H. H., Canto LIX