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.