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Canto VII

  • sammack1126
  • Sep 16, 2019
  • 1 min read




Dark house, by which once more I stand   Here in the long unlovely street,   Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand,


A hand that can be clasp'd no more—   Behold me, for I cannot sleep,   And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door.


He is not here; but far away   The noise of life begins again,   And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.


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

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