My dear friend Asta left town today, and I was so sad about it that I looked up some poetry for comfort and found the sweet and soulful lines of ‘In Memoriam A.H.H’, originally titled “The Way of the Soul” by Tennyson.
I didn’t get to read through it all, since I decided to bury my tearfulness into the comforting chest of my Dearest Beloved instead, but thought it would be a beautiful subject to post about, and a tip of the hat to my lovely friend who – while never far from my heart and only ever a sea away, is dearly missed.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
- Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation’s final law
Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek’d against his creed
- So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.
The full text can be read HERE, at one of my all time favourite sites: Online-Literature.com
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