In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii: Part 014

Alfred Lord Tennyson

If one should bring me this report,
  That thou hadst touch’d the land to-day,
  And I went down unto the quay,
And found thee lying in the port;

And standing, muffled round with woe,
  Should see thy passengers in rank
  Come stepping lightly down the plank,
And beckoning unto those they know;

And if along with these should come
  The man I held as half-divine;
  Should strike a sudden hand in mine,
And ask a thousand things of home;

And I should tell him all my pain,
  And how my life had droop’d of late,
  And he should sorrow o’er my state
And marvel what possess’d my brain;

And I perceived no touch of change,
  No hint of death in all his frame,
  But found him all in all the same,
I should not feel it to be strange.

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