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Canto XIV




If one should bring me this report,    That thou hadst touch'd the land to-day,    And I went down unto the quay, And found thee lying in the port;


And standing, muffled round with woe,    Should see thy passengers in rank    Come stepping lightly down the plank, And beckoning unto those they know;


And if along with these should come    The man I held as half-divine;    Should strike a sudden hand in mine, And ask a thousand things of home;


And I should tell him all my pain,    And how my life had droop'd of late,    And he should sorrow o'er my state And marvel what possess'd my brain;


And I perceived no touch of change,    No hint of death in all his frame,    But found him all in all the same, I should not feel it to be strange.


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

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