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Canto XLII

I vex my heart with fancies dim:   He still outstript me in the race;   It was but unity of place That made me dream I rank'd with him.

And so may Place retain us still,    And he the much-beloved again,    A lord of large experience, train To riper growth the mind and will:

And what delights can equal those    That stir the spirit's inner deeps,   When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?

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

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