Canto XLII
- sammack1126
- Oct 14, 2019
- 1 min read

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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