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Canto LXIII




Yet pity for a horse o'er-driven,    And love in which my hound has part,    Can hang no weight upon my heart In its assumptions up to heaven;


And I am so much more than these,    As thou, perchance, art more than I,    And yet I spare them sympathy, And I would set their pains at ease.


So mayst thou watch me where I weep,    As, unto vaster motions bound,    The circuits of thine orbit round A higher height, a deeper deep.


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