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Canto XLVI

We ranging down this lower track,    The path we came by, thorn and flower,    Is shadow'd by the growing hour, Lest life should fail in looking back.

So be it: there no shade can last    In that deep dawn behind the tomb,    But clear from marge to marge shall bloom The eternal landscape of the past;

A lifelong tract of time reveal'd;    The fruitful hours of still increase;    Days order'd in a wealthy peace, And those five years its richest field.

O Love, thy province were not large,    A bounded field, nor stretching far;    Look also, Love, a brooding star, A rosy warmth from marge to marge.

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

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