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Canto LXXX




If any vague desire should rise,    That holy Death ere Arthur died    Had moved me kindly from his side, And dropt the dust on tearless eyes;


Then fancy shapes, as fancy can,    The grief my loss in him had wrought,    A grief as deep as life or thought, But stay'd in peace with God and man.


I make a picture in the brain;    I hear the sentence that he speaks;    He bears the burthen of the weeks But turns his burthen into gain.


His credit thus shall set me free;    And, influence-rich to soothe and save,    Unused example from the grave Reach out dead hands to comfort me.


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

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