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