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craggy cliffs rising from a misty seaThere is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.

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

This truth came borne with bier and pall,
I felt it when I sorrowed most.
Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all

But I remained, whose hopes were dim,
Whose life, whose thoughts were little worth,
To wander on a darkened earth,
Where all things round me breathed of him.

Whatever ways my days decline,
I felt and feel, though left alone,
His being working in mine own,
The footsteps of his life in mine;

And so my passion hath not swerved
To works of weakness, but I find
An image comforting the mind,
And in my grief a strength reserved.

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