In Memoriam A. H. H. — Section LXXXVIII
In Memoriam A. H. H. — Section LXXXVIII
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,
Rings Eden thro' the budded quicks,
O tell me where the senses mix,
O tell me where the passions meet,
Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ
Thy spirits in the darkening leaf,
And in the midmost heart of grief
Thy passion clasps a secret joy:
And I-my harp would prelude woe-
I cannot all command the strings;
The glory of the sum of things
Will flash along the chords and go.
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