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Canto LXII

  • sammack1126
  • Oct 20, 2019
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Tho' if an eye that's downward cast    Could make thee somewhat blench or fail,    Then be my love an idle tale, And fading legend of the past;


And thou, as one that once declined,    When he was little more than boy,    On some unworthy heart with joy, But lives to wed an equal mind;


And breathes a novel world, the while    His other passion wholly dies,    Or in the light of deeper eyes Is matter for a flying smile.


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

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