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Canto XVI

What words are these have fall'n from me?    Can calm despair and wild unrest    Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

Or doth she only seem to take    The touch of change in calm or storm;    But knows no more of transient form In her deep self, than some dead lake

That holds the shadow of a lark    Hung in the shadow of a heaven?    Or has the shock, so harshly given, Confused me like the unhappy bark

That strikes by night a craggy shelf,    And staggers blindly ere she sink?    And stunn'd me from my power to think And all my knowledge of myself;

And made me that delirious man    Whose fancy fuses old and new,    And flashes into false and true, And mingles all without a plan?

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

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